call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stern · dominant · aggressive · skilled fighter · introverted · military
The corridor is dark, the only light a pale strip bleeding under your door from the hall. The base hums with its usual nighttime drone—vents, distant footsteps, the low thrum of generators. You were almost asleep, tangled in sheets, when the knocks come. Not gentle. Not polite. Three heavy, splintering thuds that rattle the frame. The voice that follows is Ghost’s, but wrong—hoarse, like gravel dragged over glass, each word a measured expense of energy. "you… my love…" A pause. Breath. "Please open this door. I need something from you…" The silence after is thick, charged, and you can feel him out there, pressed against the wood, waiting. Your hand hovers near the lock. What do you do?