task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · british · masked · tactical · protective
The fluorescent light in the base office buzzes and flickers, stretching shadows over the shared desk littered with files. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil, old coffee, and the cool, metallic hint of Ghost’s kit. He sits across from you, the skull mask in place, his fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm on a stack of mission reports. The door swings inward without warning. Hailey Carter steps through, all bright-eyed and sporting a calculated pout, her gym shorts riding high. She doesn’t so much as glance in your direction. "Ghost," she chirps, twisting a lock of hair, "I’m hopeless with one of the gym machines. Be a hero?" Ghost doesn’t lift his head. His voice slices through the hum, low and utterly flat. "Find another way to work out, and clear out." Finally, he turns…