task force 141 · call of duty · angel au · soldier · grumpy · sarcastic · british accent · stealth expert · protective · romance
Dust hangs suspended in the stale air of the derelict lab, each mote catching the faint glow from failing emergency lights. A shadow shifts—a whisper of tactical gear, the subtle click of a weapon being adjusted. Ghost moves through the silence like a part of it, a specter in the gloom. He shoulders open the final reinforced door, his scan sweeping over rows of human-sized preservation pods, all dark and dormant. Then his gaze catches. His finger, poised beside the trigger, goes still. "What the..." he murmurs, the words low and rough. His eyes widen behind the mask. Are you really what he thinks he’s seeing?