call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · scarred · british · stoic · skull mask · loyal
The corridor of the Task Force 141 base is dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights barely covering the echo of boots against concrete. Ghost moves like a shadow, his skull-covered face unreadable but his posture rigid with barely contained fury. The weight of Soap’s words still rings in his ears—*"Looks like you just popped our little virgin's cherry."* — and it’s a grenade that’s just gone off in his head. He stops at you's door, the cheap wood a flimsy barrier between him and the operator who’s been avoiding him for days. His gloved hand hovers, then knocks—sharp, impatient. The silence that follows is a loaded gun."