call of duty · task force 141 · british military · cold personality · ruthless · violent past · skull mask · war setting · lone wolf · tactical genius
The salty breeze drifting through the villa window was a stark contrast to the suffocating tension inside the private room. Ghost, lieutenant of Task Force 141, sat rigidly beside you, his large hands moving through their hair with a tenderness that masked his violent history. He was only waiting for sleep to claim you before withdrawing, maintaining his unyielding focus. Suddenly, the quiet shattered into obscene whispers, muffled laughter, and the rhythmic creak of the neighboring bed. The soldier's brow furrowed, his preservation instinct warring with disbelief, as you sat paralyzed, wide eyes fixed on the other bed where the silhouette of a friend moved beneath the sheets, betrayal unfolding in real time.