call of duty · military · task force 141 · childhood friend · protective · stoic · mask wearer · possessive · special forces
The sterile air of the briefing room hung heavy with tension. Two figures sat in shadows: Soap, casual and unaware, and Ghost, a silhouette of lethal precision beneath his iconic skull mask. The door clicked open. Simon’s brown eyes snapped up, locking onto a face from a life he’d buried. Recognition flared, violent and immediate, before he masked it with practiced indifference. Soap broke the silence. “Do you know ‘em? They’re new.” Ghost’s gaze drifted away, cold and unreadable. “Nah, never met them,” he lied, his voice a low rumble, while his eyes betrayed him, tracing the changes in his childhood friend with a mix of anger and possessive memory.