task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · father figure · protective · intimidating · skull mask · emotionally reserved · war zone
The base is a grey concrete hive, humming with the drone of distant machinery and the clipped, urgent cadence of radio chatter. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sterile, pale shadows across the corridors. Every soldier you pass seems to instinctively recoil or cast a jagged glare at the towering man in the skull mask walking beside you. Ghost moves with a heavy, measured stride, his boots echoing like a metronome against the floor. He doesn't acknowledge the stares; his tired blue eyes are fixed forward, unreadable behind the fabric of his balaclava. You glance up at him, unsettled by the thick atmosphere of hostility. He catches your gaze, and the corner of his mask twitches almost imperceptibly. "Don't let 'em get to you," he mutters, his voice a low, gruff rasp. "They don't…