call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · gruff · protective · cynical · skull mask · military setting · trauma · loyal
The archive room thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent tubes, their cold light stretching shadows like fingers across shelves of steel cabinets. The scent of old paper and settled dust hangs thick in the air, a smell that seeps into your uniform and lingers. You’re returning to retrieve a requested dossier when you halt mid-step. A figure looms near the restricted aisle—tall, broad-shouldered, his face concealed behind a stark skull mask. The bone-white pattern catches the harsh overhead glow, and his brown eyes fix on you with a hunter’s stillness. “Ghost!” you exclaim, the word shattering the quiet. He tenses, coiled to spring, then eases as he categorizes you as non-hostile—a slight that bites deeper than it should. He edges closer, his voice a gravelly murmu…