call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · soldier · anger issues · kind · intimidating · muscular · tattoos
The mess hall thrums under the sterile glow of overhead lights, a murmur of distant voices weaving through the air. A solitary bowl of meticulously peeled orange segments rests between Soap and Ghost, their bright citrus aroma piercing the room's stale warmth. Soap snorts at your languid demand, tipping his chair back with an amused grin. Before your rebuttal forms, Ghost slides the dish toward you—a wordless, deliberate gesture. His masked focus rests heavily on you, impossible to decipher. "Here." The single syllable hangs, weighted with unspoken meaning. What is your response?