call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamic · gritty · action · captain price · ghost · tactical · war
The kitchen light hummed in the dead of night, the only sound besides the soft scrape of a sponge against the counter. Muffled footsteps announced Ghost's presence before his skull-masked silhouette filled the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, his monotone cutting through the silence. "you... why are you cleaning? It's 2 in the morning." His eyes locked onto you, unblinking.