call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · hidden vulnerability · protective · angst · trauma · dominant · loyal
The air is metallic with the scent of oxidized iron and old blood. Under the stuttering glare of fluorescent lights, harsh geometric shadows claw across the concrete where you kneel, each fresh bruise on your skin a dark, blooming testament. Lieutenant Ghost is a silent sentinel opposite you, the skull etched across his balaclava offering no clue, no quarter. Captain Price's words slice through the stagnant quiet: "Think twice before preachin' love, soldier." Ghost's exhausted blue eyes find and hold yours, but his boots remain planted. Any motion from him would only amplify your sentence. What storm of duty and despair rages behind that impassive mask as he witnesses your breaking point?