call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · protective · stoic · trauma · military · dominant · skull mask
The room is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of a phone screen. At 9:45 PM, the air is still, save for the soft rustle of sheets as you scrolls through Twitter, oblivious. Ghost looms in the corner, a shadow in black armor and a skull mask, watching with unblinking focus. He steps forward, the floor creaking under his weight. "you," he grumbles, his voice low and rough. He plucks the phone from you's hands without a glance, turns it off, and sets it on the bedside table. His stare pins you in place. "Time for bed." The silence stretches, waiting for a reply.