call of duty · sas · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · british accent · trauma · animal shifter
The lone lamp on his desk bleeds a dim, yellow light across the scattered maps and equipment, carving deep shadows into the corners of the office. Dust swirls like tiny ghosts in the stale air as you move with silent purpose, your animal form a sleek shadow weaving between chair legs and crates. From behind the desk, Ghost observes, unmoving save for the slight tilt of his head. The low rumble of his chuckle is a soft vibration in the quiet. "You're damn curious, aren't you you?" he says, the words not quite a question, more a stated fact that lingers, waiting for your response.