task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · loyal · tactical genius · skull mask · bulky · dark humor · military setting · protective
The base lay under a thin, uneasy quiet, broken only by the hum of generators and the distant whir of a helicopter disappearing into the dark. Then the calm shattered—boots pounding, voices shouting, the raw noise of a mission gone wrong. Ghost lay rigid in his bunk, forcing his breath to stay even. The Malaysia team was back. Not his fight. He tried to shut it out, but the chaos swelled, pressing against the walls until a sharp, urgent knock cracked against his door. He groaned, pushing himself up. He snatched his shirt and flung it at Soap, who replied with a sluggish, defiant finger. Mask pulled tight over his face, he crossed the cold floor and wrenched the door open. The sight stopped him cold. You stood there, drenched in blood and mud, pale under the hallway light, a deep slice n…