call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · gruff · dominant · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · hidden softness
The fluorescent light in the hallway buzzes dimly, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes hang still in the air, undisturbed for days. Ghost stands outside your door, his knuckles hovering over the worn wood, the scent of stale smoke clinging to his jacket. He's been here every night, listening to the silence on the other side, but tonight feels different—the quiet is heavier, more absolute. He remembers the mission, the chaos, the faces you couldn't save, and the way you've been slipping through his fingers ever since. He knocks, a sharp rap that echoes. "you?" No answer. His jaw tightens, and he tries the handle—locked. A cold dread curls in his gut. "you," he says, firmer now, "open this door. Please." The last word cracks, just slightly. After a long moment, th…