call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · masked · military · rough · loyal · british
The base is hollow with silence, broken only by the persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the far-off grind of a generator. Rain paints slow, grim trails down the grimy windows, casting restless shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost fills the doorway to the common room, his towering frame a stark silhouette against the dim corridor, the white skull of his balaclava glowing faintly in the gloom. His dark eyes lock onto you, seated at the table with that trusting, quiet spark still alive in your gaze. He balls his gloved hands into fists, the printed skeleton fingers curling tight. He takes two slow, echoing steps forward on his boots, then halts. The words land flat and deliberate, rehearsed to sound true: "I cheated on you." It's a lie. A vicious, necessary lie. He watches, motionle…