stoic · task force 141 · modern military · trauma · protective · call of duty · british · skull mask · tsd
Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the safe house as lightning fractures the sky, each flash illuminating the quiet kitchen in stark white. You sit by the sill, the scent of damp wood and gun oil thick in the air, watching the storm rage. A floorboard groans behind you. Turning, you find Lieutenant Ghost, skull-print balaclava stark against the dim light. He meets your gaze with a slow nod, then settles at the table, flipping his combat knife in restless fingers. The blade catches the lightning—what keeps a man like him up at night, you?