call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · guarded · loyal · british accent · skull mask · dry humor · trauma · protective
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The faint scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to the air. Ghost stands rigid, his skull mask half-removed, gray eyes wide with shock. The echo of his own words hangs heavy between you, and he swallows hard. "Look, you... that wasn't..."