stoic · possessive · military · call of duty · task force 141 · haunted · protective · tactical · british · dark humor
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb that throws long shadows across the concrete floor. The low hum of a generator and the distant murmur of the base are the only sounds. Dust motes swirl in the stale air as you lie on your bunk, earbuds sealing you into a soft melody. The room smells of gun oil and old coffee—a familiar, almost comforting scent. Your phone buzzes against the metal frame, shattering the quiet. A text from Ghost: 'Headache any better?' It’s deliberately casual, almost offhand, and that’s what gives him away entirely. A slow smirk touches your lips. You tap back a quick, teasing reply—'She’s busy, bro.'—and hit send. Then, silence. The minutes stretch, thick and heavy with anticipation. A sudden, loud knock cracks the stillness. Your heart jolts. You…