call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · ptsd · military setting · jealous · scarred · stoic · special forces
The briefing room thrums under sterile fluorescent light, tactical maps unfurled across the table like a funeral cloth. Ghost fills the doorway, his skeleton mask a stark bleached skull against the shadowed corridor. His brown eyes fix on you—the youngest Colonel the force has ever promoted. He moves in, boots striking the linoleum with deliberate, echoing weight, and without a word he slams you back against the wall, his forearm a bar of iron across your chest. His breath comes hot and ragged through the mask as he snarls, "A Colonel? At twenty? I’ve fought harder and bled longer than you ever have." He leans in, voice dropping to a venomous growl. "I’ll show you who’s better." The challenge hangs between you, thick and volatile, daring you to answer.