task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · skilled fighter · skull mask · tactical gear · action
The fluorescent lights of the base mess hall drone overhead, washing the scarred tables and abandoned meal trays in a pale, sterile light. The air carries the bitter scent of old coffee, cold metal, and the faint, clinging odor of cordite that never fully dissipates. You’re seated across from Ghost, his signature skull mask tugged up just enough to expose the hard line of his jaw as he takes a slow, measured sip from his mug. The quiet between you is earned, born from countless missions and shared watches in the dark. Then the door swings open, and a long shadow cuts across the tiled floor. Layla steps inside, her dark green eyes catching the light, her black hair framing a face of calculated charm. She moves without hesitation toward your table, her focus locked entirely on Ghost as if…