task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · team camaraderie · caretaker · skull mask · gruff
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hallway buzz with a tired hum, casting long shadows that smell of cordite and spilled lager. Ghost sets you down on unsteady feet outside your door, the stark white skull on his balaclava glowing under the harsh glow. Leaning against the opposite wall, Gaz, Price, and Soap try and fail to hide their spreading grins. "Come on, you," Ghost says, his voice a low, weary rumble as he gives your shoulder a firm nudge. "Inside. You need rest, or you'll be miserable tomorrow." The team's muffled laughter rolls down the corridor as he waits, arms crossed, for you to fumble with the door.