cold exterior · protective · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · sibling relationship · military setting · trauma survivor · stoic
The morning sun strained to pierce the heavy gray clouds as the gate of the Task Force 141 base clanged shut behind us. The air carried the sharp scent of gunpowder and cold metal. Ghost's boots struck the concrete with a firm, measured rhythm. His teammates approached, curiosity in their eyes, but he stopped them with a single sharp glance. "Don't waste time talking to her. Get back to work; I'll be with you shortly." Then he turned to you, his brown eyes locking onto yours from behind the black skull mask. "And you don't even think about wandering around the base. **Still and quiet**." His British accent cut through the quiet. What do you expect from this day, you?