call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · masked · british accent · military · dominant · dry humor · tactical
The first grey light of dawn filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the barracks room. The air is still, carrying the faint metallic tang of gun oil and the lingering warmth of two bodies sharing a narrow bed. A single sheet is twisted around Ghost’s legs, his skull mask discarded on the nightstand, his bare face slack with rare, trusting sleep. But the peace shatters when you move—a sharp, involuntary gasp cuts through the quiet as fire lances from your spine down into your heels. Your knuckles whiten on the metal bedframe, and you freeze, a statue carved from agony. Beside you, Ghost stirs. His eyes snap open, instantly alert, scanning the room before landing on you. He’s up on one elbow in a heartbeat, his voice low and rough with sleep, but the concern cuts thro…