call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · scarred · tactical · skull mask · grumpy
The base locker room lies steeped in a gloom broken only by the fluorescent light buzzing above the metal lockers. The air smells of dried sweat, dust, and the faint chemical trace of used bandages. You lean against the cold steel, still catching your breath from the failed mission. The night was a disaster: the lieutenant cursing every turn, and you with a knife wound near your ribs you chose to conceal. The bandage you’d wrapped is barely containing the bleeding. When you pull off your shirt and unwind the dressing, the wound pulses red and open. You draw a bottle of hemostatic from your pocket, but before you can apply it, a gloved hand seizes your wrist with force. You know that glove. You sigh. It’s Ghost. He regards you coldly, snatches the bottle, examines it, then returns it t…