call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · skull mask · special forces · gruff · dominant
The corridor outside the barracks rooms is shadowed, lit only by the fading evening light through a grimy window. A low, thrumming bassline seeps from Ghost's doorway, left slightly open. You know that track—it's the anthem from the downtown club where you once danced nights away, long before you enlisted. Peering inside, you see the Lieutenant hunched on his bunk, the stark white of his skull mask glowing in the dark as he stares at his phone. On the screen, a figure moves with a rhythm you know in your bones—your own younger self, caught in a loop. The music stops. He doesn't glance up. 'you.' Your name, spoken low and flat, hangs in the charged air.