cold · rude · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · call of duty · antisocial · dominant · mask wearer
The safe house reeks of old copper, stale coffee, and the lingering scent of gunpowder. A single, flickering bulb casts a jaundiced light across the room, illuminating the only piece of furniture: a solitary, narrow bed. Ghost looms in the doorway, his massive silhouette cutting off the only exit. He doesn't shift his weight, his gaze moving slowly from the mattress to you with clinical indifference. "Looks like you're sleeping on the floor," he drones, his voice a low, frigid rasp.