call of duty · task force 141 · heterochromia · silent · dark humor · loyal · military setting · protective · masked · phobia of snakes
The corridor of the base smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Flickering fluorescent lights wash over the heads of gathered soldiers. You walk with your mask secured, as always, when suddenly a soldier sprints past and rips it away. The air turns to ice. Ghost stands petrified, staring hard at you, his brown eyes wide open. "You have... heterochromia?!" he gasps, and the silence that follows is heavy, expectant. you...