call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · flirtatious · skull mask · manchester · military · trauma · loyal
The mess hall buzzed with low chatter until silence rippled through the room. you, known only as Corpse, had finally lowered the balaclava to eat. Eyes widened in shock at the rare sight. Ghost stood frozen, his gaze locked onto you's revealed face, the mask of indifference slipping just a fraction. Price cleared his throat, breaking the tense, stunned atmosphere.