call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · prison setting · guardian · strict · dark humor · tactical gear
The corridor thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, painting the concrete floor in a pallid, jaundiced yellow. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the stench of stale sweat and harsh chemical cleaner—a permanent fixture in this maximum-security wing. Somewhere down the line, a heavy steel door slams shut, the impact echoing like a dull, rhythmic heartbeat through the blocks. Ghost stands sentinel beside the cell, his tall, broad-shouldered frame casting a severe silhouette against the unforgiving light. Even through the skull-patterned balaclava, the rigid tension in his jaw is visible as he thumbs through your file once more: a teenager with a violent record, caged alongside murderers decades older. He's been anticipating this shift with pure dread since your last…