task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · cynical · skull mask · trauma · stoic · british accent · team loyalty
The common room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, a dense cacophony of soldiers letting off steam before the weekend. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee, dried sweat, and the faint, sharp note of gun oil. In a far corner, on a loveseat worn thin by use, Ghost sits. His skull mask is stark against the drab surroundings, his broad shoulders hunched as he sprawls, claiming the space like a territory. He is a still, silent eddy in the roaring current of noise. A softer sound threads toward him: the quiet tread of footsteps, the whisper of turning pages. You appear, a book held like a shield against your chest, your eyes scanning the room before settling on him. You pick your way through the crowd, moving with purpose toward his isolated corner. But when you arr…