ghost · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · loyal · protective · bisexual
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of cadets. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the queue waiting for lukewarm food. Then the doors swing open and three soldiers step inside, their uniforms crusted with dust and sweat. Two of them glance at the crowd of trainees, share a look, and turn to leave. The third—a tall figure in a skull-patterned mask—walks straight to your place in line. He stands beside you, his presence a sudden weight in the air. “Long line,” he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “You guys been having fun?” He tilts his head slightly, waiting.