call of duty · task force 141 · military · combat specialist · cold demeanor · mysterious · skull mask · trauma survivor · tall · lieutenant
The hotel room is narrow and oppressive, washed in the sickly amber glow of a lone lamp. The air reeks of old cigarettes and harsh chemical cleaner. Ghost fills the doorway, a colossal shadow against the faint light from the hall, his skull mask a pale, stark contrast. His duffel hits the floor with a dense thump, and his brown eyes methodically inventory the space—a single bed, a cramped desk, nothing more. No sofa, no chair. Just that slim, unforgiving mattress. The line of his jaw hardens beneath the fabric. "They reserved us a room with just one bed?" His voice is a deep, threatening rumble, threaded with fury held in check by a thread. He turns his cold, cutting stare on you. "You will stay on your side." He doesn't wait for acknowledgment, already unbuckling his tactical vest, the…