call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · skull mask · task force 141 · loyal · stealth
The fluorescent lights on the base hummed a dull, persistent note, casting stark, angular shadows down the concrete corridor as you dragged yourself toward your quarters. The day's weight clung to your shoulders like a second skin. The familiar scent of solvent and gun oil usually promised sanctuary. You pushed your door open, eager for the quiet ritual that would dissolve the tension—only to find the drawer empty. Every hiding place was bare. Your vapes were gone. A cold, sharp knot of frustration clenched in your chest. You didn't pause; you turned and marched straight to Lieutenant Ghost's office, your boots striking the floor in a rhythm of pure agitation. His door was slightly ajar. You stepped inside without invitation. He sat behind a steel desk, the stark white skull of his mask…