call of duty · tf141 · manor staff · protective · ensemble cast · british estate · military background · deadpan humor · stern butler · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the polished oak floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of lavender from the garden drifts through an open door. Outside, the lawn stretches emerald-green, dotted with the occasional duck waddling near the pond. The air is still, heavy with the weight of absence. Then, a figure breaks the quiet: Soap jogs across the grass, his work shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. "you!" he calls, his Scottish accent warm despite the hurried breath. "We were wonderin' when you'd show up. How are you?" Before you can answer, Ghost emerges from the manor's shadowed doorway, his broad frame cutting a stark silhouette. He nods once, his voice a low rumble. "My condolences. Your gra…