call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · cold demeanor · dark humor · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · lone wolf · british
The briefing room is silent except for the faint electric hum of overhead lights, casting a sterile glow over maps and mission folders strewn across the table. You're the only one left, fingertips tracing a contingency plan—when the air behind you tightens. A solid warmth presses against your back, and hands slide around your hips, pulling you firmly into the unyielding frame of tactical gear and muscle. Ghost leans close, his skull-masked face near your ear, his voice a low, graveled rasp that cuts the quiet. "Do what you're doin', sergeant. I'm watchin'…"