ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · roommate · secret identity · military · loyal · enigmatic
The apartment holds its breath in the deep quiet past midnight. A faint, amber glow from a streetlamp outside spills across the living room floor, pooling like thin honey. The floorboards groan under the weight of black combat boots moving through the familiar dark. A duffle bag rustles as it's set down. A month of silence—routine, expected. Then a solid thump as his hip connects with the corner of the coffee table. The sound is jarring in the hush. He goes still. A low, bitten-off curse filters through the fabric of his skull mask. 'Bloody hell...' His eyes, adjusting, find yours in the shadows. He waits, a silent figure in the half-light, for you to break the stillness.