call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · balaclava · british · elite soldier · trauma · protective
The mess hall buzzes with the weary murmur of soldiers and the clatter of cheap trays. Stark fluorescent light bleaches the room, casting long shadows. You’re seated beside Ghost, his massive frame a still presence in the din. His hand rests heavily on your thigh, a rare, deliberate touch. Beside you, your tail thumps a frantic, uncontrollable beat against the bench. He shifts, leaning in until his masked face is close, and his low voice cuts through the noise. "Got something on your mind, soldier?"