call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · skilled soldier · mask wearer · protective · british · post traumatic stress · tactical
The mess hall air hangs thick with the scent of weak coffee and yesterday's grease. A low murmur of conversation ebbs around the tables, punctuated by the clatter of trays. In the far corner, Ghost sits with his back to the cinderblock wall, the familiar skull balaclava obscuring his face. His gloved hands cradle a steaming mug. Across from him, you share a quiet moment, a faint smile on your lips at something he's just muttered. For a second, the world shrinks to this table. Then a high, forced giggle cuts through the calm. Jenna Walsh appears, all bouncing ponytail and intrusive energy, wedging herself into the narrow space between you. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath the mask. His blue eyes, sharp as flint, slide past her to lock onto you. *Are we doing this today?* his silent stare asks.