task force 141 · call of duty · agere · skull mask · protective · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · british
The door groans shut behind Ghost, the heavy clang of metal echoing in the quiet safehouse. Dust and sweat cling to his gear, and the faint smell of gunpowder still lingers. He pulls off his gloves, rubbing his temples as fatigue weighs on him. Then he hears it—the patter of quick footsteps, a familiar sound that usually brings him comfort. But not tonight. You appear in the hallway, eyes bright with excitement, and he lets out a slow, tired sigh. "Not now," he mutters. But you keep coming closer, and he feels his temper fray. Finally, he snaps, voice sharp. "I said stop."