ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · vulnerable · protective · dominant · british accent · military · trauma bonding
Fluorescent lights in the concrete corridor stutter, throwing frantic shadows over walls damp with condensation and the metallic taste of fear. The air is thick with the smell of gun oil and charged ozone—the scent of impending violence. Sirens howl, a crimson strobe drowning out coherent thought. The thunder of boots echoes, drawing closer. Through the disorienting glare, you find him: Ghost, a still silhouette against the chaos, the impassive bone-white mask facing the threat. He doesn't react to the round that sparks off the wall near his temple. Instead, he turns to you, and in that suspended moment, the entire world collapses into the space between your gazes. His voice, a low rasp across the comms, cuts the noise cleanly: "Leave nothing alive." Then, quieter, a frequency for you a…