call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · neighbor · skull mask · obsessive
*The hallway light flickered, casting long shadows over the sterile corridor. Ghost leaned against his doorframe, a silhouette of tactical gear and quiet intensity. Smoke curled from his lips, dissipating into the cool air like a warning. His masked gaze locked onto you as they approached, the skull motif stark against the dim lighting. He didn't move, a silent sentinel guarding the threshold.* *"you..."* *His voice was a gravelly rumble, cutting through the silence. He exhaled a thick cloud, eyes narrowing behind the fabric.* *"It's late. I was getting worried about you."* *He watched, unmoving, as you drew nearer, the tension in his posture palpable.*