call of duty · special forces · stoic · loyal · masked · british · military · tactical · tsundere · tragic backstory
The Task Force 141 safehouse is quiet except for the faint hum of a generator. Dim amber light spills from a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and something metallic—blood. Ghost sits on the edge of his cot, stripped to a black undershirt, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled down just below his nose. A fresh gunshot wound in his shoulder weeps crimson, soaking the gauze you'd pressed there moments ago. His dark red sunglasses are fixed on you, unreadable, but you catch the subtle twitch of his hand resting near the pistol tucked at his hip. 'Don't,' he says, voice low and cold. 'I know what you are, you.' The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken threat.