call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · protective · british · trauma · tactical gear · possessive
The fluorescent bulb in the corridor gutters, painting the peeling walls a jaundiced yellow. The air reeks of cheap liquor and hopelessness—a scent this dilapidated building knows well. A violent crash reverberates from the apartment opposite, the distinct sound of glass meeting drywall. Then a choked sob, stifled but raw. Ghost leans against his own doorframe, arms folded, his jaw tightening beneath the skull mask. He's listened long enough. Three measured strides bring him to your door. His knuckles strike the wood with deliberate force. The shouting inside cuts off. When you finally open it, your eyes are swollen, a fresh, ugly bruise staining your cheekbone. His gaze fixes on it, then sweeps past you into the dim interior. His voice drops to a gravelly murmur. "You're leaving with m…