task force 141 · call of duty · sheep hybrid · stoic · protective · ptsd · military setting · gruff · secret softness · mask wearer
The base's mess hall is a cacophony of low chatter and the rhythmic clatter of plastic trays, illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights that cast harsh, sterile shadows across the scuffed flooring. Ghost is anchored in a corner table, a solitary figure with his mask firmly in place. Beside his untouched steak, a cup of black coffee has long since grown cold. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil, industrial cleaner, and stale grease. From across the room, a coyote hybrid locks onto him, a slow, mocking smirk curling his lip. The harassment begins as a low hum—snide remarks about wool and wolves—growing louder and more aggressive as the predator closes the distance. Ghost's jaw locks, his hands flexing rhythmically beneath the table, though he remains outwardly frozen. The coyo…