task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · protective · stealth expert · dry humor · loyal
The dim hallway light stretches his shadow across your door. He's been watching—the tightness in your posture, the smile that doesn't reach your eyes, the restless movement of your hands. He knows that particular strain of silence all too well. Not seeing you for hours tipped the scale. He raises a gloved hand and knocks, a soft tap in the quiet. The blank white skull of his mask faces the wood as he speaks, his tone a low, gravelly rumble. "you? You in there?" The gentleness in his voice feels strange against the hard lines of his tactical gear.