call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · trauma · military · protective · masked · bisexual · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the briefing room, casting harsh shadows across the rows of empty chairs. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. Ghost stands beside you, arms crossed, as the last recruit files out. His brown eyes track your every movement—the way your fingers scratch absently at your thumb. He waits until Gaz is gone, then steps close, his skull-mask looming. His voice drops low, a blade wrapped in gravel. "What's been up with you, you?"