silent · mute · task force 141 · call of duty · spy · traitor · gunpoint · tactical gear · introverted · british
The safehouse is dim, lit only by the glow of a dying monitor. Dust motes hang in the stale air. You hear the faint click of a safety being released before you see him — Roach, half-shadowed, his grey tactical jacket blending into the dark. His blue eyes are cold behind the goggles, and the pistol in his gloved hand is steady, aimed square between your eyes. He tilts his head, a silent question hanging in the space between you. What now, you?