task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · romantic · trauma · loyal
The mess hall hums with the clank of trays and murmured conversations, until a sudden roar of voices tears through the noise—shouts, the scuff of boots, a crowd converging at the center. Ghost remains still, his skull mask a pale glint under the harsh lights, until König leans close. "It's you." A heartbeat of silence. Ghost exhales, a heavy, resigned sound, and pushes to his feet, his shoulders squaring. "Fuck." He is already in motion, each step purposeful, the impassive mask a shield over a brewing tempest of concern.