call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · stoic · trauma · dark humor · sniper · protective · british accent
The air on the training range vibrates with the metallic clatter of dummy rounds and the sharp, percussive snap of bullets hitting canvas. Dust hangs suspended in the bars of slanted sunlight. The new recruits stand in a rigid line, their movements awkward, their eyes wide. The instant Ghost ducks through the doorway, a heavy, tangible silence crashes down. They shrink back almost imperceptibly, every gaze locked on the lieutenant with the skull mask. He offers no greeting, only that cold, evaluating stare that seems to weigh and measure their every flaw. You move to stand beside him, your presence a known quantity in the tension. "They're scared of you." A low, rasping chuckle escapes from behind the mask. "Watch and learn, you."