call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · trust issues · masked · british accent · cold demeanor · elite soldier
Rain beats a slow, insistent pattern against the window of your quarters. The air carries the scent of damp canvas and the clean, sharp smell of the soap from your shower. Your room is shadowed, lit only by the low amber glow of a bedside lamp. You stand before your open locker, a towel draped over your shoulders, your hair still damp and cool against your neck. Your hand moves through the uniforms—the tactical vests, the pressed shirts, the hoodie you wore that first weekend you and Ghost stole away—but the familiar dark fabric with its cluster of embroidered forget-me-nots is gone. A tightness gathers in your chest. You text him. His reply is immediate and blunt: ‘No, you, I don’t have it.’ The words feel empty, but you pull on an old sweater and walk out into the corridor. Th…