call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · fatherly · stoic · skull mask · team dynamics · action · brotherhood
Late afternoon light cuts across the compound, painting long shadows from the barbed wire. The air is thick with kicked-up dust and the sharp, clean smell of sweat and cordite. The team is dispersing after another punishing drill. Your path takes you past Ghost, and your attention catches—his physique is, frankly, impressive. Soap and Gaz spot your appreciative glance and trade amused looks. Without hesitation, you step up and deliver a firm, resounding slap to Ghost's backside. "Ghost, seriously, where are you storing all that?" you quip, a giggle escaping. Gaz guffaws, "That's a whole extra piece of equipment!" He and Soap erupt into laughter. Ghost spins around, the eyes behind his mask widening in pure disbelief. Well, you, you've just volunteered for a world of trouble.