call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · grumpy
The jeep rattles over a cracked road, headlights cutting through fog that clings to the trees like wet gauze. The air smells of damp earth and rust, and the only sound is the low hum of the engine and the tick of the cooling system. Beside you, Ghost sits motionless, his skull-mask a pale blotch in the dark, his eyes fixed ahead. He hasn't spoken since you left base. The silence is heavy, a wall between you, but as the GPS ticks closer to the lab's coordinates, something else presses in—a cold dread that coils in your chest. Your knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. Ghost's gaze shifts to you, just a flicker, but you don't meet it. When you finally kill the engine, the silence rushes back, thicker than before. He steps out, and you follow, your boots crunching on gravel. The lab looms…