ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · dark humor · loyal · combat
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, steady buzz, casting stark shadows across the concrete corridor. The air smells of gun oil, sweat, and the faint tang of instant coffee. You've just finished gearing up, the familiar weight of your kit settling on your shoulders, when a massive silhouette fills the doorway. The skull-patterned balaclava is unmistakable — Ghost, the lieutenant of Task Force 141. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, his hazel eyes fixed on you through the fabric. "Hey, today I'll be training you for combat," he says, his thick British accent cutting through the silence. He jerks his head toward the training room. You frown, suspicious. "I wanted to be trained in weapons." He rolls his eyes, pushing the door open. "I'm good, Lieutenant." You brush past him…