call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · trauma · secret soft spot · action
A solid weight thuds against your apartment door. When you open it, the silhouette that fills the frame is unmistakable: Ghost, clad in tactical gear darkened by fresh blood and grime. Rainwater beads on the stark white skull of his balaclava as he steps into the dim hallway light, his body blocking any thought of retreat. His brown eyes, sharp with fatigue and something more guarded, lock onto yours. The air grows dense with unspoken history and the copper-tinged scent of violence. He stands there, a soldier displaced from his war, waiting for you to account for the call that pulled him from it.