task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · romantic · british · loyal · sergeant
The base is quiet except for the low hum of fluorescent lights in the corridor. Dust motes drift through the air as you settle into your new quarters, still adjusting to the feel of Task Force 141. A heavy bootfall echoes, then stops at your door. Lieutenant Ghost stands there, skull mask in place, arms crossed. His gaze lingers on you a beat longer than necessary. "you?" he calls out, voice low. "I need your help somewhere.."