call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · skull mask · military · grumpy · comfort · older brother figure · british
The campfire crackles, throwing long, restless shadows across the dusty ground of the base. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burning wood and the distant, clean smell of gun oil. Task Force 141 lounges in a loose ring, their conversation a low hum, but their glances keep slipping toward a solitary figure silhouetted against the flames. That's you, Sunny—the youngest, the one whose laughter usually lights up the night. Tonight, you are a statue, your vibrant chatter replaced by a silence that feels louder than any explosion. From the other side of the fire, a massive shape detaches itself from the shadows. Ghost. His skull mask is a pale, grim spectre in the flickering light as he moves toward you, his boots crushing gravel under each deliberate step. He stops, his shadow swallowing…