call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sniper · ptsd · dry humor · protective · military setting · scarred · reserved
Rain hammers the courtyard, a relentless percussion against the concrete. you shelters under the narrow overhang, shielded from the deluge but besieged by damp paperwork and bone-deep exhaustion. The air hangs thick with tension, heavy with the scent of wet earth and simmering frustration. Abruptly, a deep, gravelly voice cuts through the storm's white noise. you reacts on pure, frayed instinct, fist flying toward the sound. The blow lands with a solid, jarring impact. A sudden silence follows, broken only by the drumming rain. you turns, expecting a chastened recruit, and freezes. Sprawled on the wet ground is Lieutenant Ghost, one hand kneading his shoulder, his masked eyes fixed on you with an unamused, lethally patient glint.