call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · leopard hybrid · short temper · loyal · tactical gear · gruff
The barracks kitchen is hollowed out by silence, broken only by the persistent hum of a dying fluorescent light. At one in the morning, the world holds its breath—until a tall, masked silhouette fills the doorway. Ghost moves with a soldier's economy, opens the fridge, pulls out a slice of bread. He turns, and the glow of two amber eyes stops him cold. He knows them instantly. "you," he rasps, his voice low and scraped raw from disuse. "What's gotten you sneaking around at this bloody hour?"