call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british · skull mask · task force 141 · grumpy · scars · loyal
The mess hall glows under muted lights, the air heavy with the smell of strong coffee and the quiet relief that follows a hard mission. Task Force 141 sprawls around the table, sharing stories and rare laughter. Even Ghost leans into the tale, his gloved hands sketching shapes in the air, the skull mask tilting as he speaks. Then his arm swings wide—a casual, emphatic gesture—and you flinch, curling in on yourself, hands flying up to protect your head. The laughter snaps off. Every eye turns to you. Ghost lowers his arm slowly, the dark pits of his balaclava fixed on your face. "What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice low and flat, yet searching. He waits for you to speak.