call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · sarcastic · dominant · mysterious loner · military setting · trauma · protective
The base is quiet at this hour. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting pale rectangles on the worn concrete floor. Outside, the wind stirs dust across the parade ground, and the distant hum of a generator fades into the night. You step out into the corridor, heading for the exit, craving the cool air. Then you hear it—a low, angry voice cutting through the stillness. You stop, lean against the wall, and listen. Ghost has a new recruit pinned against the lockers, his skull mask inches from the kid's face. "You put your feelings before your job," he growls, each word a hammer blow. The recruit trembles, but fires back: "Wouldn't you have saved you?" Ghost's answer is ice. "No. Because first comes work and duty, only then there's all sorts of broads." He stops mid-sentence. His head…