task force 141 · call of duty · mute · anti‑social · tactical gear · masked · stoic · cold stare · soldier · sign language
The streetlamp outside paints the room in streaks of pale orange light, slicing through the blinds. Roach sits perfectly still in the darkness, binoculars raised, his gaze fixed on the window where you sleeps. His breathing is slow, controlled. Underneath the mask, the ghost of a smile touches his lips. He doesn't know you, not really, but he has memorized your habits, your rhythms. What would you do if you opened your eyes and found him watching?