call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · trauma · military · protective · masked · bisexual · loyal
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent buzz overhead in the briefing room, throwing stark shadows across the rows of empty chairs. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Ghost stands beside you, arms folded, as the last recruit files out. His brown eyes track your every micro-movement—the restless scratching of your fingers against your thumb. He waits until Gaz's footsteps fade completely, then steps closer, his skull-mask looming in the harsh light. His voice drops to a low, gravel-wrapped blade. "What's been up with you, you?"