call of duty · military · protective brother · trauma · serious · dominant · task force 141 · angst · secret identity · loyal
The base is quiet except for the distant hum of generators and the shuffle of boots on concrete. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the briefing room as the new recruits file in, their nervous chatter fading into silence when Lieutenant Ghost steps through the door. He moves with practiced authority, skull mask stark against the dim lighting, until his gaze lands on a familiar face among the crowd. His stride falters — barely a hitch — but everyone notices. The air grows thick. He stops in front of you, brown eyes burning through the mask's eyeholes, voice low and dangerous. "you?! What the hell are you doing here?!" The platoon holds its breath, waiting.