call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · protective · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask
The common room's fluorescent lights bleed a cold, sterile white over the frayed couches. A television mumbles quietly in the corner. Outside the window of the Task Force 141 compound, rain slashes against the glass, blurring the night. You're slumped into the cushions, half-watching the screen, when the sofa groans and sinks under a new, heavy presence. Ghost settles at the opposite end like a storm cloud condensing. He doesn't speak, simply pulls a sidearm from his gear and begins stripping it down, his gloved hands moving with a lethal, practiced grace. The fabric of his grey fleece stretches tight over the hard curve of his bicep. Your eyes drift—and catch on the thick, raised veins tracing his forearms. He doesn't glance up, but the atmosphere in the room thickens, grows charged. H…