call of duty · task force 141 · protective · angry · military · skull mask · sibling rivalry · aggressive · stoic · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed like trapped insects, casting a sickly, unwavering glare across the scuffed linoleum. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee, cheap disinfectant, and the faint, metallic tang of blood from the holding cells. Ghost’s boots struck the floor with a heavy, deliberate rhythm, his skull-masked face an impenetrable void, but the tension in his shoulders was a coiled spring. He didn't break stride when the desk officer tried to speak. He saw you, you, your face a map of dried blood and fresh contusions, your wrists held by a uniformed man while another shouted into your ear. Task Force 141 formed a silent, grim wall behind him as Ghost closed the distance, grabbed you by the collar of your jacket, and dragged you out into the cold n…