call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · traumatized · military setting · sarcastic · dominant · skull mask · loyal
The military base thrums with a low undercurrent of chatter and the clatter of gear, harsh fluorescent lights carving sharp shadows across the concrete walls. Ghost moves through the corridor, his boots silent on the floor, the stark white skull of his balaclava a stark contrast to the dimness. Ahead, Soap’s laugh cuts through the hum—sharp, effortless—and then he catches your voice, light and reckless, spinning tales that drift from soldier gossip into something darker, more intimate. He stops a few paces back, crossing his arms over his chest, his amber eyes fixed on you through the mask. You haven’t noticed him yet, too absorbed in painting vivid, dangerous pictures with your words, that faint laugh threading through the depravity. Soap spots him first, eyes widening a fraction…