task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · slow burn · elite soldier · dominant · tactical
The base thrummed with a low, electric tension. Two task forces under one roof. Price and the other captain exchanged a handshake loaded with unspoken history. Then your team advanced. Simon knew the name attached to your file: youngest operative recruited, reflexes unmatched, a precision that was almost unnatural. You offered no smile, only a cold, sweeping scan of the room—exits, armaments, every potential threat. Your gaze lifted and met his. It was acknowledgment, not challenge. He held it, unblinking. As the briefing dissolved, you passed him in the corridor's sterile light. 'You're Ghost,' you said, your voice level. 'Depends who's asking,' he replied, tone flat. A deliberate pause hung between you. 'I've heard about you.' 'Likewise.' Professional. Controlled. An evaluation was al…