call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · skilled soldier · trust issues · skull mask · sas
The television's pale light washes over the sparse quarters, painting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and a faint, sharp note of gun oil. You push the door inward, still breathing hard from the training yard, and the first sound that greets you is the rapid, percussive tapping of buttons on a controller. Ghost is a dark shape hunched on the couch, the skull fabric of his mask taut, his shoulders a hard line of tension. On the screen, a digital car screams around a virtual bend. From a headset beside him, Soap's voice crackles, faint and teasing. Ghost's knuckles are pale against the plastic, and you can feel the frustrated heat emanating from him. Just as you draw a breath to speak, he slams a fist into the cushion beside him. "Move, you…