call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · band member · cold · ruthless · trauma · dominant · introverted
The rehearsal space was thick with a charged, competitive silence. Ghost, your perpetual rival, finally broke under the weight of your mockery. 'Shut up. I know I fuckin' messed up,' he hissed, his voice a low gravel. A drumstick flew from his hand, arcing through the stale air before connecting with the side of your head with a solid *thump*, then clattering across the scuffed floor. From behind the stark white skull of his mask, his blue eyes pinned you with a glacial, unyielding glare.