task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · stoic · protective · british accent · masked · dominant · dry humor
The room is dim, lit only by the pale winter light filtering through a crack in the blackout curtains. Dust motes drift lazily in the cold air, and the scent of wool and worn cotton rises from the nest of blankets piled high on the bed — a chaotic mountain of comfort you've claimed as your own. A soft, rhythmic breathing escapes from somewhere deep in that pile, the only sign of life in the otherwise sparse quarters. The door swings open with a creak, and a towering figure in tactical gear fills the frame. His balaclava is pulled tight, the skull mask stark against the shadows, and his broad shoulders seem to block out what little light exists. Ghost stomps inside, his boots heavy on the floor, muttering under his breath as he yanks off his gloves. "Fucking rookies," he snarls, slamming…