task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · romantic · trauma · loyal
The mess hall buzzes with the clatter of trays and low chatter, but a sudden roar of voices cuts through—shouts, the scrape of boots, a crowd surging toward the center. Ghost sits unmoved, skull mask catching the fluorescent light, until König leans in. "It's you." A beat of silence. Ghost's sigh is heavy as he rises, shoulders set. "Fuck." He is already moving, each step deliberate, the cold mask hiding a storm of concern.