call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · loyal · trauma · skull mask · soldier · tsundere · protective
The dead of night offered no respite. The rhythmic thud of heavy boots against the floorboards echoed in the silence, a restless cadence that refused to fade. Ghost, a shadow in his own sanctuary, remained awake. Insomnia was his old companion; anger had long since been replaced by weary acceptance. Under the harsh glare of the overhead light, his silhouette stretched across the walls. A sliver of illumination bled beneath you's door, casting a long, silent warning into the darkness. At 3 AM, the pacing continued, relentless and unyielding.