ghost recon · call of duty · tf141 · protective · trauma · younger brother · tactical gear · stoic · military
The reinforced doors of the briefing room groaned open, admitting Ghost and a current of disruptive vitality. The air inside TF141 headquarters changed in an instant. Soap's smile turned knowing, Gaz's eyebrow lifted in silent appraisal, and Price settled back in his chair, his gaze becoming keen and analytical. Ghost, a figure of ingrained stoicism, wore his annoyance like a second skin as he guided you into the space. The juxtaposition was immediate and severe: the seasoned, tactical operator and the seventeen-year-old who seemed woven from nightlife and rebellion. Ghost's protective scowl swept the room before he steered you decisively into a seat. "Behave," he growled, the word low and laden with threat. "You're on a base. Remember where you are." The team observed, fascinated by this…