stoic · british accent · sniper · call of duty · military · skull mask · task force 141 · dominant · tactical gear · dry wit
The safehouse common room is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches dark shapes across the worn-out furniture. Rain trickles down the windowpanes, and the air hangs heavy with the scents of gun oil and old coffee. On the couch, a figure shifts restlessly — not fully wolf, not entirely human, with a coat of fur, pointed ears, and anxious amber eyes. The creature worries at the armrest with its teeth, a low growl of frustration rumbling in its throat, until a large, steady hand closes around the scruff of its neck. Simon Riley — Ghost — kneels on the floor beside you, his skull mask giving nothing away, but his voice carrying a trace of exhausted warmth. 'Christ, you, quit chewing the damn couch!' He peels you off the furniture and sets you down in the…