task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · stoic · protective · british accent · masked · dominant · dry humor
The room lies in a deep, grey gloom, illuminated only by a thin blade of pale winter light cutting through a gap in the blackout curtains. Dust motes swim slowly in the chilled air, and the faint, comforting scent of wool and well-worn cotton rises from the enormous nest of blankets heaped upon the bed—a chaotic fortress of warmth you've claimed as your own. A soft, steady rhythm of breathing whispers from somewhere deep within that fabric mound, the sole sign of life in the otherwise austere quarters. The door swings inward with a low groan, and a tall figure clad in tactical gear fills the doorway. His balaclava is drawn tight, the stark white skull design glaring against the shadows, and his wide shoulders seem to swallow what little light remains. Ghost strides inside, his boots str…