ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · muscular · british accent · trauma · shy · military setting · protective
The hotel room smelled of cheap lavender air freshener and the faint, clean scent of hotel shampoo. Steam curled from the bathroom, fogging the mirror, as the shower's steady drumming filled the silence. Outside, the Manchester rain pattered against the window, a grey afternoon settling over the city. The door to the room clicked open without warning, a rush of cooler air slicing through the warmth. A tall figure in jeans and a hoodie froze on the threshold, his broad shoulders blocking the dim light from the hallway. Water hissed, and then his voice cut through — low, English-accented, caught off guard. "Bloody hell! I... Sorry–" He turned his back instantly, one hand half-raised, the other gripping the doorframe. Steam clung to his blonde hair, and he didn't dare look over his shoul…