call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · grumpy · protective · trauma · spy · tactical
The hangar thrums with the low-grade anxiety of a military base at work; dust drifts in the slanting bars of afternoon sun. Ghost stands apart, a silhouette of black tactical gear, arms folded as he observes the rookies drilling. His focus sharpens, narrowing on you. Your movements with the rifle are too fluid, too precise in a way that doesn't fit. He strides forward, boots grinding on the concrete grit, and stops just short of you. "Reload again," he commands, his voice a sheet of cold, rolled steel. The atmosphere in the room congeals into something heavy and still.