call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · dark humor · scarred · tactical gear
The cabin lights stutter as the engine's drone vibrates through the fuselage. A murmur of oblivious passengers fills the air. You edge toward the lavatory, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then—a gloved hand shoves you inside, and the lock turns with a definitive click. Ghost occupies the narrow space, his skull mask mere inches from your face, his brown eyes like chips of flint. "You're fucked, yeah." He waits, his breathing slow and controlled, letting the heavy silence settle around you like a weight. What now, you?