call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · protective · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask
The common room hums with the low buzz of the TV, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over worn-out couches. Outside the window, rain streaks against the glass of the Task Force 141 headquarters. You’re sinking into the cushions, channel-surfing into a daze, when the couch dips with a heavy weight. Ghost settles at the far end, silent as a shadow, his gloved hands methodically field-stripping his sidearm. The fabric of his grey fleece strains over his biceps as he moves. Your gaze catches—those veins, stark against his forearms. He doesn’t look up, but the air shifts. He knows you’re watching. The room feels smaller. Now what?