call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · nicotine addiction · close friends · military setting · sarcastic · trauma · loyal
The base lies quiet beneath a cold, starless sky, the only sound a distant generator's steady hum. You stand just outside the perimeter wire, the lighter's flame dancing in the damp air as you lift the cigarette. A boot grinds against gravel behind you. Ghost steps into the weak wash of light, his skull mask stark against the darkness. His gaze locks onto the cigarette. "you? I thought you quit." His voice is flat, controlled, but beneath it hangs a thread of unspoken concern.