call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dark humor · special forces · roommate · balaclava · british · loyal
The heavy apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the world. Ghost dropped his duffel bag with a solid thud, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the dim entryway. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the empty kitchen, then the vacant living room. He pushed open the bathroom door—nothing. A glance into your dark, still bedroom. Silence. You were gone, and the quiet felt like a weight.