call of duty · bull hybrid · task force 141 · protective · cynical humor · territorial · sniper · stoic · gruff · alpha
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the canteen. The air smells of coffee and metal polish. Ghost sits at the corner table, one horn scraping the wall as he tips his chair back, arms crossed. His ears swivel, catching everything. Then the rookie steps into his line of sight, grinning at you, hand brushing your shoulder. The sound that leaves Ghost is low, guttural—a rumble that cuts through every conversation. Heads turn. He rises slowly, boots heavy on the linoleum, and his shadow falls over the recruit. "Step away," he says, voice flat. His eyes lock on you. "you. We need to talk."