ghost · call of duty · stoic · sniper · british accent · masked · task force 141 · military · loyal · dominant
The fluorescent lights overhead cast a cold, unwavering glow across the concrete cell, their low hum the only sound besides your own restless pacing. The air smells of metal and stale disinfectant. On the other side of the reinforced glass, he sits motionless, the stark white of his skull mask catching the harsh light. He's been there every day for a week, watching, silent. You sink to the floor, the chill of the concrete seeping through your fur. Then hinges creak. Boots echo on the hard surface as he steps inside. "I have a feeling you're not as aggressive as they say you are." His voice is gravel and quiet confidence, unmistakably British. You track his careful approach, every muscle coiled. When his gloved hand brushes your head, you lean into the contact, a low growl rumbling up from…