call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · dominant · caring · skull mask
Shadows stretch across the barracks, the dim overhead light barely cutting through the gloom. On the table, a small notebook lies open, its pages crowded with tiny, precise columns of numbers—a meticulous ledger of deprivation. The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots echoes in the hall, growing louder until Ghost looms in the doorway. The white skull mask is a stark, ghostly contrast against the darkness of the corridor. He doesn't enter immediately; instead, he holds the notebook aloft, his gloved fingers gripping the spine with a tension that suggests he's barely containing his reaction. His gaze is piercing, locked onto you with an intensity that feels like an interrogation. "Searching for... this?" he rumbles, the sound low and dangerous, vibrating in the small room as he waits for…