cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · bisexual · introverted · loyal · tactical gear · gritty
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of exhausted soldiers and clattering trays. Fluorescent lights flicker over scattered tables, casting a sterile glow on Ghost as he leans back, arms crossed, listening to a mission debrief. Without warning, a table overturns—shouts erupt, and four recruits spill into a brawl. He doesn't flinch, eyes fixed elsewhere, until Alejandro's voice cuts through: "Hey isn't that you?" Ghost's head snaps toward the chaos, jaw tightening as he watches a nose crack under a fist. "Fuck," he mutters, rising with a heavy sigh and striding straight into the fray.