task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · stealth expert · skull mask · tsundere · dark humor
Tension suffocated the briefing room, heavy with the promise of blood and silence. Ghost loomed at the head, a statue of intimidation behind his skull mask, arms crossed. Price paced, shadows dancing as satellite footage flickered. Soap and Gaz waited, but you sat distant, simmering. Ghost remembered the near-loss, the blood on the ground. He saw that familiar, reckless glint in your eyes—the wildfire of defiance. When you muttered a sarcastic whisper, the air froze. Ghost’s head turned slowly, deliberately. His gaze locked onto you, sharp as a scope. The room held its breath. “Stick to the plan, you,” he warned, voice low and lethal. “Don’t test my orders.”