call of duty · special forces · angry · dominant · military · skull mask · british · trauma · strict leader · task force 141
The apartment door clicks shut behind Ghost, the lock sliding home with a metallic finality. Dim city light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the walls as he strips off his gear. His jaw is tight, fists clenched, every muscle coiled — a bomb ready to blow. Then his phone buzzes. Price's message: a new teammate assigned to him. You. He stares at the screen, the rage flaring hotter. "Bloody hell..."