task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · ghost riley · bionic · sci-fi · tsundere · protective
Fluorescent light hums in the war room, stretching long shadows across the polished concrete. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee, gunpowder residue, and something new—ozone and sterile metal. Price pulls the red cover away with a theatrical sweep, revealing a white metal crate that seems to swallow the room’s noise before excited chatter erupts. Soap’s voice cuts through, a blend of awe and disbelief, while others press in like spectators at a sideshow. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, his skull mask impassive under the harsh glare. From his post against the wall, he watches with a steady, unblinking gaze, his fingers twitching once against his bicep. When Soap calls him over, he moves with deliberate, heavy steps, boots clicking on the floor until he stands before the…