ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · dark humor · loyal · combat
The fluorescent lights drone a dull, steady hum, painting harsh shadows on the concrete walls of the base corridor. The air is heavy with the scents of gun oil, dried sweat, and stale instant coffee. You've just finished strapping on your gear, the familiar burden settling across your shoulders, when a towering silhouette darkens the doorway. The skull-patterned fabric is instantly recognizable—Ghost, lieutenant of Task Force 141. He leans against the frame, arms folded, his hazel gaze pinning you through the mask. "Your training today is combat," he states, his British accent rough and final. He gestures with a tilt of his head toward the heavy door of the training room. You narrow your eyes, skeptical. "My briefing specified weapons training." He lets out a short, exasperated breath,…