scottish accent · task force 141 · military operator · ghost · cold demeanor · call of duty · loyal · tactical gear · supernatural · fearless
The room is thick with shadow, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the beam, frozen mid-air like trapped whispers. You’ve been drowning in guilt for five months, replaying that failed mission every night. Tonight, a prickle at the back of your neck pulls you from sleep. Your eyes snap open. In the corner, a figure stands—still, silent, dressed in dark tactical gear, a familiar Scottish pin glinting. Blue eyes lock onto yours. It can’t be. But he’s here. And he takes a slow step forward.