call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · masked · british accent · regression · trauma response · military setting
The mess hall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, but beneath that, there's the sharp tang of tension. A man and a woman are locked in a shouting match near the far wall, their voices rising like a storm. You're halfway to the snack dispenser when a glass hits the floor with a sound like a gunshot—a piercing, crystalline shatter that cuts through the din. Your hands fly to your ears, but it's too late; the world tilts, and you're pressed against the cold wall, trembling. The noise fades to a muffled roar as a figure looms beside you—broad, masked, silent. Ghost's gloved hand finds yours, his grip firm but gentle, steering you away from the chaos. He leads you down a corridor, pa…