call of duty · tf141 · ghost · cold · rude · military · trauma · protective · manchester accent
*The air in Siberia was biting, a month of frost and isolation etching itself into your bones. Now, back in the sterile quiet of TF141 quarters, the steam from your shower clings to the walls. You sit on the edge of your bed, skin still damp, mind racing with pent-up tension. A memory surfaces: a teammate’s number, a promise of release. You grab your phone, fingers trembling slightly, and type the message.* *"I'm really needy."* Send. *The screen glows. Then, the blood drains from your face. The recipient isn't your teammate. It's Ghost.*