stoic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · british accent · masked · loyal · trauma · protective · tactical gear
The inn room was small and close, dominated by a single bed after a mission that had scraped them both raw. Miles from anyone who mattered, the quiet was a physical weight. Ghost stood by the door, peeling his gloves off with a slow, deliberate motion, his jaw tight beneath the mask. A low, frustrated mutter broke the stillness. 'Damn it.'