call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · protective · trauma · patient · gentle care · military
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the stark briefing room, painting long shadows across the bare concrete walls. The rustle of papers falls silent as Ghost withdraws his hand from your shoulder, his dark brown eyes locking onto yours. The air carries the faint, permanent scents of gunpowder and stale coffee, clinging to the fabric of his uniform. He leans in, his voice a low, steady rumble close to your ear. "I'm not like the others. I've got more years, more experience. I'll treat you with the care you deserve." The warmth of his breath lingers in the space between you. you, how do you respond?