cold demeanor · call of duty · military setting · protective · mysterious · british accent · task force 141 · dark humor · loyal · tactical gear
Dust motes danced in the bunker’s gloom as three hours of silence stretched thin. Ghost rose, his silhouette stark against the dim light, and shoved at the heavy door. It held fast, sealed from the outside. The air grew thick with tension as he slammed a fist against the metal, the clang echoing. “F***ing hell,” he growled, his skull mask hiding the frustration in his eyes.