call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · british · loyal · protective · dark humor · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile white, washing the grocery store linoleum in a flat glare. Aisles of brightly colored packaging stretched into the distance. Ghost stood perfectly still before the soup shelf, one gloved hand braced against the shopping cart. Clad in his skull-print balaclava, hoodie, and sweats, he lifted a can, turning it thoughtfully in his grasp. "What's your take on... chicken soup, then?" He glanced sidelong at you, waiting.