call of duty · task force 141 · military · introverted · loyal · protective · trauma · skull mask · gruff · british
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hallway flicker erratically, throwing long, fractured shadows across scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and the stale ghost of industrial cleaner. A single door dangles from its hinges, splintered wood scattered like broken bones. Inside, a lone bulb swings on its cord, painting the room in nauseating arcs of light and shadow. You stand at the center, chest heaving, the warmth of fresh blood still slick on your skin. The recruit lies motionless at your feet, a final, silent testament. Then, a sound—the heavy tread of boots, a sharp, bitten-off curse. Ghost fills the shattered doorway, his skull mask a stark white against the gloom. His dark eyes, usually unreadable, go wide. They trace the scene: the body, the blo…