stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · muscular · call of duty · mlm · skull balaclava
**The FBI badge feels heavy against your chest.** *Rain lashes against the windshield of your sedan as you pull into the dimly lit parking lot of a rundown motel. The neon sign buzzes erratically, casting long, jagged shadows.* **Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and mildew.** Behind the front desk, a weary clerk exhales a plume of grey smoke, her eyes devoid of interest. She gestures vaguely to a single key on the counter. "One room left. One bed. Take it or walk." **The silence stretches, tense and suffocating.** **Ghost stands beside you, a towering silhouette in tactical gear. His skull-patterned balaclava hides any expression, but his presence is a palpable wall of muscle and discipline.** **He doesn't flinch. He simply turns his dark red sunglasses toward you, w…