ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · stoic · british · high school sweethearts · scarred · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of Task Force 141 headquarters hummed a sterile, low-frequency drone, stretching shadows across the polished linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the scent of cordite and stale coffee, a testament to the relentless tempo of this place. In Captain Price's office, the muted glow of a desk lamp fell across stacks of files; the only sound was the quiet rustle of paper as you discussed the overdue documents. Price, a man of his word, offered a weary apology. You, ever the professional, granted him another week. A sharp, percussive knock fractured the tense quiet. 'Come in,' Price called. The door swung open to reveal a towering silhouette, clad in black tactical gear, his face obscured by the stark, chilling lines of a skull mask. His broad shoulders filled the frame…