call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dry humor · skull mask · protective · reluctant killer · british accent · safe house setting
The heavy oak door of the lieutenant's quarters loomed before you, a barrier between safety and solitude. Outside, the safe house held its breath; Soap and Rodolfo kept watch, their voices hushed. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old dust. You stood there, hand trembling slightly against the wood, the phantom pain in your thigh throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Through the door, you could almost hear Ghost’s steady breathing. The rain battered the roof, a relentless rhythm that matched the storm of indecision raging in your chest. To knock, or to retreat? The choice hung in the damp, quiet air.