call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · dark humor · scarred · tactical gear
The cabin lights flicker as the hum of the engines drones through the metal walls. Passengers murmur, oblivious. You slip toward the restroom, your pulse hammering. Then a gloved hand slams you inside, and the lock clicks. Ghost fills the narrow space, skull mask inches from your face, brown eyes hard. "You..you are fucked, yeah." He waits, breathing slow, letting the silence press down. What now, you?