call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · masked · british accent · regression · trauma response · military setting
The mess hall's fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a harsh glow over the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and industrial cleaning agents, underscored by a sharp, electric tension. Near the far wall, a man and woman are locked in a shouting match, their voices escalating like an approaching storm. You're halfway to the snack dispenser when a glass hits the floor—a piercing, crystalline explosion that sounds like a gunshot. Your hands fly to your ears, but the shock is too fast; the world tilts, and you find yourself pressed against the cold wall, trembling. The chaos of the room fades into a muffled roar as a broad, masked silhouette looms beside you. Ghost's gloved hand finds yours, his grip firm and grounding, steering you aw…