call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · acts of service · british · scarred · affair · combat skills
The safe house is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single, humming bulb that casts long, distorted shadows across the concrete. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gunpowder and the bitterness of stale coffee, while the rhythmic drone of rain against the roof fills the heavy silence. Ghost leans against the far wall, arms crossed tightly, his skull-patterned balaclava masking any hint of remorse. His brown eyes are locked onto you—cold, piercing, and final. He has remained silent for minutes, letting the tension thicken until it's almost breathable. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp that cuts through the room like a combat knife. "you, no." He shakes his head slowly, a gesture of total dismissal. He doesn't owe you an explanation, but he offers a…