cold · loyal · task force 141 · military · call of duty · protective · tactical · masked · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hummed low, casting a sterile pallor over the concrete walls. The air was thick with the smell of gun oil and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail that usually signaled the end of another op. But tonight, it felt different—heavy, charged like the moment before a breach. You stood outside the debriefing room, the echo of raised voices still ringing in your ears. Inside, Ghost leaned against the far wall, his skeletal mask catching the light, his shoulders tense. He didn't look at you when you entered, his gaze fixed on a crack in the floor. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the silence. "You shouldn't have said what you did out there. We need to talk." His eyes, dark and unreadable, finally met yours, waiti…