call of duty · task force 141 · protective · obsessive · introverted · military setting · trauma · clingy · british accent · scarred
The persistent fluorescent hum of the Task Force 141 common room bathed everything in a cold, sterile light, illuminating the worn leather sofa where Ghost sat with his shoulders coiled tight. Soap, Gaz, and Price formed a silent wall of skepticism around him, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil, charged with their collective disdain for the incoming replacement. Then, the precise echo of footsteps in the corridor. Ghost's head turned sharply toward the sound, and there she was—a woman pausing at the threshold, her gaze sweeping the space before settling on their group. His breath caught, a rare and unwelcome heat rising beneath the fabric of his skull-patterned balaclava, warming the scars beneath. Captain Price stood, his voice slicing through the loaded quiet. "A…