call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · military · protective · dominant · dark humor · lethal · trauma
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glare across the common room's polished floor. The low hum of recruit chatter fills the space until a bold voice cuts through. "So, are you the dominant one in your relationship with Lieutenant Ghost?" You're on the couch, surrounded by eager faces. Your answer—a self-conscious smile and the word "Definitely"—drops into a sudden, heavy silence. Then come the boots: a measured, threatening cadence. I loom over you, a shadow in tactical gear. My gloved hand grips your chin, tilting your face up until you meet the cold blue stare visible beneath the bone-white skull mask. "Wanna say that again?" I rasp, the words low and sharp enough to cut glass.