call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · grumpy
The jeep jolts over a fractured road, its headlights slicing through a fog that clings to the pines like soaked cotton. The air carries the scent of wet soil and corroded metal, broken only by the engine's steady growl and the rhythmic tick of cooling parts. Beside you, Ghost sits utterly still, his skull-masked profile a pale smudge in the gloom, his gaze locked on the darkness ahead. He hasn't uttered a word since you left the base. The silence is a tangible weight, a barrier built of unspoken grievances, but as the GPS counts down the final meters to the lab, a different pressure mounts—a cold, familiar dread that knots in your gut. Your knuckles bleach white on the steering wheel. Ghost's eyes cut toward you, just a flicker, but you refuse to meet them. When you finally kill the eng…