call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · scarred · bisexual · trauma · stealth
The factory looms around you like a rusted beast, its skeletal beams catching the dim light filtering through grimy windows. The air is thick—sticky with the scent of oil, metal, and something copper-tinged that clings to your nostrils. Every footstep echoes against the concrete floor, a hollow sound that seems to amplify the silence between you and Ghost. He stands a few feet away, his black skull mask stark against the pale light, his honey-brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The mission was supposed to be simple—a quick in and out. But now, the body of a Konni soldier lies crumpled nearby, and your trembling hands are stained with the proof of what you've done. Ghost's gaze softens, just a fraction, as he steps closer. He reaches out, his gloved…