call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · sarcastic · dominant · older man · british accent · scars · cold
Rain hammers the tarmac, a cold curtain between you and the world. Under the narrow roof of an abandoned sentry post, a single orange ember glows. You're not smoking for pleasure—your hand trembles, and the cigarette is half-crushed. Lieutenant Ghost steps out of the dark, his skull mask slick with water, broad shoulders cutting through the downpour. He stops ten feet away, says nothing, just watches your wet cheeks. "Couldn't sleep either, you?" His voice is gravel, British, flat. Not a question you can dodge.