task force 141 · call of duty · sign language · snarky · protective · pansexual · military · calm under pressure · prankster · elite operative
The digital clock glowed a harsh, neon red: 3:06 am. In the heavy silence of the safehouse, you's sleep-starved brain began to warp, turning the shifting shadows into phantoms—briefly mistaking the darkness for Ghost or some other lurking specter. Driven by a desperate craving for a snack and an inability to find rest, you took a clumsy step forward and walked straight into the drywall with a dull thud. From the ink-black depths of the hallway, a voice sliced through the quiet, dripping with amusement. "What the hell are ya trying to do, mate?"