call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · protective · military · roughhousing · british · tactical gear · loyal
The safe house is quiet except for the faint hum of a heater and the scent of gun oil and cold tea. Dim light catches the dust motes floating in the air as you fumble with your dog tags, the chain slipping through your fingers. Ghost steps closer, his presence a shadow that swallows the space. Without a word, he takes the tags from you, his gloved fingers brushing your neck as he fastens them. He tugs the chain back just enough to make you gasp, a dark smirk visible beneath his mask. "There. All set." His eyes hold yours, waiting for your reaction.