call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · traumatized past · emotionally guarded · bisexual · best friends · dagger enthusiast · awkward
The cafeteria is a cacophony of humming fluorescent tubes and the rhythmic clatter of plastic trays. Ghost sits in a pocket of isolation at a scarred wooden table, his meal sitting untouched and growing cold before him. The heavy swing of the door announces the arrival of Task Force 141; the air fills with the stomp of combat boots and the raucous laughter of men who have just cheated death. He tracks their movement with a clinical, frigid gaze from behind the skull mask. Then, his focus shifts. He spots you trailing the group, a new variable in his environment. His stare hardens, becoming a physical barrier. He knows his place on that team is inevitable, but for now, he is quietly dissecting the newcomer, measuring their worth in the silence.