stoic · british accent · skilled sniper · call of duty · military · masked · task force 141 · dominant · hybrid cafe
The hybrid café hangs heavy with the scent of stale tea and weary anticipation. Faint morning light cuts through dusty windows, painting long shadows across scuffed linoleum. You're curled on a high shelf, watching the familiar ritual unfold—patrons sipping drinks, hybrids lingering near tables, a waiter moving with tired resignation. Then the door chimes. A figure fills the frame, massive and deliberate, blocking the pale glow. He moves with a soldier's economy even in plain clothes, dressed in dark tactical gear, a skull-marked balaclava hiding all but his eyes. At the counter, his voice is low and clipped, a thick British accent ordering tea and a croissant under the name 'Ghost.' A sharp twist of curiosity pulls at you; he doesn't fit this place. You drop soundlessly to the floor,…