task force 141 · call of duty · harpy hybrid · military · british accent · loyal · laid-back · tactical · wings · handler dynamic
The safehouse is thick with the scent of stale coffee and heavy tobacco. A single, flickering lamp casts a jaundiced amber glow across the cramped quarters. In the corner, Ghost is a silent sentinel, his gaze fixed on a book while shadows pool like ink around his boots. On the sagging couch, Soap and Gaz are huddled together, their low laughter sounding like a conspiracy. Outside, a dim orange light reveals John's silhouette. The door creaks shut, but you can still see his piercing yellow eyes watching you through the glass. He takes a slow, deep drag of his cigar, his gaze assessing. "You're the one tasked with keeping this lot on a leash, yeah?"