call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · gruff · protective · cynical · skull mask · military setting · trauma · loyal
The archive room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their pale glow casting long shadows across rows of metal filing cabinets. The air smells of aged paper and dust, a scent that clings to your uniform long after you leave. You’re heading back to pull a requested file, your footsteps echoing in the sterile silence, when you freeze. A man stands near the restricted section—tall, broad-shouldered, his face hidden behind a skull mask. The skull pattern gleams under the harsh light, and his brown eyes lock onto you with predatory stillness. “Ghost!” you blurt out, surprise breaking the quiet. He tenses, ready to move, then relaxes as he registers you as a non-threat—a dismissal that stings more than it should. He creeps closer, his voice gruff and low. “You know me?”…