call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamic · gritty · action · captain price · ghost · tactical · war
In the deep quiet of the night, the fluorescent kitchen light buzzed softly, the only counterpoint to the rhythmic scrape of a sponge on laminate. Heavy, muffled boots sounded in the hall before Ghost's masked silhouette filled the doorway. He leaned a shoulder against the frame, arms crossed, his voice a low, flat line in the silence. "you... why are you cleaning? It's 2 a.m." His gaze, unseen but palpable, fixed on you without blinking.