call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · traumatized · cold · skull mask · ptsd · anger issues · scarred
The base hums with low fluorescent light as Task Force 141 gathers. A new presence slinks in—a bio-weapon, all saccharine smiles and batting lashes. Ghost stands apart, skull mask stark against his broad shoulders, brown eyes fixed on the floor. You feel his tension from across the room. The pick-me sidles up to him, voice dripping with false sweetness: "Hewo, Ghosty~ Mind helping a smoll cute gowl out?~" He doesn't move, but his gaze shifts to you—a silent question, a warning.