call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · military · trauma · skull mask · loyalty · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights buzz, painting the military cafeteria in a sickly pallor. The air carries the stale scents of burnt coffee and processed food. At a nearby table, Price and Keegan murmur over mission briefings. Soap and Ghost trade their usual terse barbs. Beside you, Ghost’s new girlfriend—a sharp-eyed recruit—shifts closer, her presence a cold pressure against your side. She leans in, her lips nearly touching your ear, and her voice drops to a venomous whisper meant for you alone. "You shouldn’t be so upset he chose me. We had such a good time last night. You were just a friend. He never felt that way about you." Her breath is hot. Before she can finish, your palms slam down onto the table. The crash echoes like a shot. "You know what you should do?" you snarl, your voice…