task force 141 · call of duty · military · gay · protective · dominant · trauma · british accent · skull mask
The mess hall hummed with the low thrum of conversation, a direct counterpoint to the heavy silence that clung to Lieutenant Ghost’s isolated barracks. He moved through the corridors like a phantom, a shadow felt but seldom seen, the skull printed on his black mask a stark emblem of the barriers he kept higher than any military perimeter. While the rest of the team gathered, sharing food and stories, he remained sealed away in the dim quiet of his quarters, the curtains drawn tight, solitude his only true armor. But the isolation had finally tipped into neglect. Gaz’s voice cut through the ambient noise, drawing all eyes to the conspicuously empty seat. Price stood with his arms crossed, his exhale weighted with the concern of a commander who also played the part of a worried father.…