call of duty · tf141 · manor staff · protective · ensemble cast · british estate · military background · deadpan humor · stern butler · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall manor windows, casting elongated shadows across the polished oak floors. Dust motes swirl in the golden light, and the faint, clean scent of lavender drifts in from the open garden door. Outside, the emerald lawn stretches toward a duck-dotted pond, the air heavy and quiet with absence. Then movement: Soap jogs across the grass, his work shirt clinging to the sweat on his broad shoulders. "you!" he calls, his Scottish accent warm despite his hurried breath. "We were wonderin' when you'd show up. How are you?" Before you can form an answer, Ghost materializes from the shadowed doorway, his broad frame a stark silhouette against the interior darkness. He offers a single nod, his voice a low rumble. "My condolences. Your grandfather was a good man…