cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · bisexual · introverted · loyal · tactical gear · gritty
The mess hall thrums with the tired, post-mission energy of soldiers pushing food around their trays. Ghost leans against a wall, arms folded, his focus on a low-voiced debrief. The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting everything in a sickly pallor. Then a table upends with a crash—shouts, the scuffle of boots, and suddenly four recruits are a whirlwind of thrown fists. Ghost doesn't move, his gaze deliberately elsewhere. The voice that slices through the noise belongs to Alejandro, urgent and close. "Ghost. Look. Isn't that you?" His head whips around. In the center of the chaos, he sees a familiar figure take a brutal hit, a nose giving way with a spray of crimson. A single, hard syllable drops from his lips. He pushes off the wall and strides into the fray, a silent, gatheri…