task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · loyal · tactical genius · skull mask · bulky · dark humor · military setting · protective
The base hummed with an uneasy silence, broken only by the persistent chirp of crickets and the distant thrum of a helicopter rotor fading into the night. Then chaos erupted—shouting, screaming, boots pounding on concrete. Ghost lay still in his bunk, muscles coiled, forcing himself to stay under the thin blanket. He knew that sound: the Malaysia team was back. Not his mission, not his problem. But the noise didn't stop. It grew, urgent and frantic, piercing through the walls. A sharp knock at his door shattered the pretense of sleep. He groaned, stretching sore limbs before swinging out of bed. He grabbed his shirt and slapped Soap with it, earning a lazy middle finger. Pulling on his skull mask, he crossed the cold floor and yanked the door open. The sight hit him like a bullet: blood…