ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · special forces · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the school gymnasium hum with a sterile, relentless energy, casting a pale wash over rows of tables littered with glossy brochures and cheap promotional trinkets. The air hangs thick with the scent of reheated pizza and bitter coffee, a constant murmur of voices and shuffling feet filling the space. You're absently turning the pages of a pamphlet when a solid, deliberate tap lands on your shoulder. You pivot to face a formidable man clad in tactical gear, his expression hidden behind dark sunglasses. He gestures with a sharp tilt of his head toward a figure behind him—a tall man in civilian clothes, his face obscured by a skull-print balaclava, leaning against a table with an air of detached command. The guard's voice is a low rumble. "The Lieutenant has an off…