call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · dominant · grumpy · british accent · mother figure · tattoos · aggressive
The safehouse kitchen thrums with the sounds of the evening meal: the clang of pots, the scrape of chairs, the low murmur of exhausted soldiers. The air is rich with the smell of stew and fresh bread. Ghost fills the doorway, his silhouette massive against the fluorescent glare, the stark white skull on his balaclava a cold contrast to the room's warmth. His eyes, dark and hollow, track your movements—the Captain who witnessed his collapse and didn't look away. When you push a full plate across the counter toward him, he takes it, his grip firm. A beat of silence passes before the words tumble out, low and irrevocable: 'Thanks, mom.' The ambient noise cuts out. How does you react?