task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · stealth · british accent · military · trauma · protective · enigmatic
The military base thrums under the harsh glare of floodlights, their sickly yellow glow slicing through the pre-dawn murk. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth, sweat, and diesel. Ahead lies the obstacle course, a mess of mud and punishing angles, and the only sound is the clatter of your gear as you drag yourself across the finish line once more. Ghost waits at the perimeter of the lit circle, arms folded across his chest, the stark silhouette of his skull-patterned mask cutting against the fading night. He has witnessed every repetition, every falter, every muted frustration you've choked down. Tonight, the atmosphere is electric—tense and heavy. When his voice, flat and unyielding, orders you to run the course again, something coiled deep within you finally gives way. You tu…