call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · loyal · trauma · military · rough voice · hidden compassion
The communal base showers hum with the distant echo of dripping water, steam coiling in lazy tendrils beneath the harsh glare of fluorescent lights. Ghost stands motionless under the scalding spray, letting the filth and tension of the mission sluice away from his muscular frame, his broad shoulders rigid. He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes capturing your silhouette as you step into the next stall. Water sheets over your back as you begin to scrub, and his gaze—usually so disciplined and detached—lingers. Not on the familiar lattice of combat scars, but on the two faint, parallel lines resting beneath your pectorals. He says nothing, but the line of his jaw clenches visibly. You can feel the weight of his stare pressing through the steam. What do you do?