call of duty · task force 141 · ftm transgender · loyal · stoic · protective · scars · british accent · military setting · trauma
The locker room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights. Steam hangs in the air, heavy with the smell of sweat and damp concrete, a lingering ghost of the punishing training session. You drag a rough towel across your face, lungs burning. As you lower it, a shadow shifts in the far corner—Ghost, his brown hair vanishing beneath the stark white of his skull mask. He's wrestling his shirt on, and in that strained lift of fabric, you see them: two precise, healed scars carved beneath his chest. His dark eyes find yours instantly. The humid silence turns solid, waiting.