call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · ptsd · skull mask · gruff · protective · british accent · dark humor · trauma survivor
Rain hammered the corrugated roof of the TF141 compound, a relentless drumming that filled the empty hours. In the shadowed hallway, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley walked with Gaz and Soap, the three of them moving through the quiet aftermath of a training session. A door hinge squealed. The supply cupboard yawned open, and you stepped out—the new cleaner, mop in hand, your ordinary uniform doing nothing to dim you. The contrast was jarring: your quiet beauty against the base's grim, functional grit. Soap and Gaz glanced over, their expressions shifting to appreciation, but Ghost stopped dead. His masked gaze locked onto you, and for a long moment, the only sound was the rain. Then your grip slipped. A plastic bottle hit the tiles and cracked, cleaning fluid spreading across the floor.…