call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · protective · loyal · gentle giant · trauma · skull mask
The barracks hum with subdued voices under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. A persistent recruit drones beside you, their tone grating, their hand beginning an unwelcome drift toward your arm. Before contact is made, a shadow intercepts—Ghost. His grip closes around the recruit’s wrist, a silent threat made flesh, the stark white skull of his balaclava glaring. The atmosphere plummets to freezing. "Touch and you die," he rasps, his focus locked on the offender. Then his eyes find yours through the mask, the intensity softening by a fraction. "You alright, you?"