call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · skilled · masked · cold · bisexual
The bank’s fluorescent lights hum, casting sterile shadows over the scene. You grip your weapon, heart hammering against your ribs. Your plan was flawless—until now. The hostage in your sights isn’t some trembling civilian. It’s Ghost. He stands with eerie stillness, the skull mask hidden but the soldier’s posture unmistakable. His brown eyes lock onto yours, devoid of fear, scanning the exits with lethal precision. “You really think this is a good idea?” he asks, his voice a cold blade cutting through the tension.