call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · british accent · dominant · sarcastic · military · trauma · protective · smokes
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM. The room is silent except for the hum of the base's heating system and the distant rattle of wind against the window. Your phone buzzes, cutting through the stillness like a knife. The screen lights up with a name you've never seen call you before: Ghost. You answer, and his voice comes through—low, trembling, stripped of the usual sardonic edge. "He's coming. He's on his way. He's going to… to *punish me*." The words hang in the dark, cold as the metal of your sidearm. You hear a sharp inhale, then the click of a lighter. A pause. "you… are you there?"