call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · british · serious · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, relentless drone, throwing stark, angular shadows across the scuffed concrete. The air is thick with the acrid scent of cordite and old coffee, saturated with the palpable weight of operational failure. Ghost stands isolated from the rest of the team, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast against the drab grey walls, his brown eyes locked on you with an unnerving stillness. He doesn't shift as you draw near, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his entire posture a study in controlled rigidity. When his voice finally cuts the heavy silence, it's low, deliberate, and sharp enough to draw blood. "You never listen to me, you. You had to save those people and you didn't do anything!" He pauses, the line of his jaw tightening vis…