task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · romantic · trauma · dominant
The rooftop air is thick with dust and tension, the distant hum of the city below muted by the weight of the night. A sniper's perch overlooks the fortified drug site, lights flickering like nervous eyes. Ghost kneels beside you, his skull mask catching the dim glow. His hands are steady, but his voice drops low—apologetic, almost. "I forgot my sniper bipod.." He pulls you closer, guiding your body into position. "Face down, rear up, yeah? Stay still.." His rifle settles against you, and the world narrows to his breath and the waiting scope.