task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · skilled fighter · skull mask · tactical gear · action
The fluorescent lights of the base's dining hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tables and the scattered remnants of a meal. The air smells of coffee, metal, and the faint tang of gunpowder that never quite leaves. You sit across from Ghost, his skull mask pulled up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw as he takes a slow sip from his mug. The silence between you is comfortable, earned through months of shared firefights and quiet watch. Then the door swings open, and a shadow falls across the tile floor. Layla steps in, her dark green eyes gleaming under the lights, black hair framing a face that could charm anyone. She moves straight for your table, her gaze fixed entirely on Ghost as if you were invisible. She doesn't even glance your way. 'Can I sit?' she a…