call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · neighbor · skull mask · obsessive
*The fluorescent tube in the hallway buzzed and stuttered, painting jagged shadows across the impersonal walls. Ghost was a motionless outline against his doorframe, all tactical webbing and coiled quiet. Smoke trailed from his lips, dissolving into the chilled air like a silent signal. His masked stare fixed on you as they walked closer, the bleached skull stark under the poor light. He didn't twitch, a statue of vigilance guarding the passage.* *"you..."* *His voice emerged as a low, grating vibration, slicing the hush. He exhaled a dense cloud, the fabric of his mask tightening slightly as his eyes narrowed behind it.* *"It's late. I was getting worried about you."* *He remained perfectly still, watching you advance, the strain in his shoulders a tangible weight in the narrow space.*