scottish accent · task force 141 · military operator · ghost · cold demeanor · call of duty · loyal · tactical gear · supernatural · fearless
The room is dense with shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight through the blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the beam, like held breath. For five months, guilt has been your only company, that failed mission replaying behind your eyes every night. Tonight, a sharp prickle at your nape drags you from sleep. Your eyes fly open. In the corner, a figure stands—utterly still, swathed in dark tactical gear, a familiar Scottish pin catching the faint light. Pale blue eyes lock onto yours. It's impossible. But he's here. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, and the air grows heavy with everything left unsaid.