call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · ptsd · military setting · stoic · dry humor · scarred · tactical gear
Rain lashes against the roof in relentless waves, thunder cracking overhead as lightning bleeds white through the curtains. You're half-asleep on the couch when a weak, erratic knock cuts through the storm. At the door, a figure looms—drenched tactical gear, skeletal mask, brown eyes glassy and unfocused. He reeks of whiskey. Ghost steadies himself against the frame, voice rough and unsteady: "Mind if I crash for the night?" His gaze meets yours, waiting.