call of duty · task force 141 · high school bully · military setting · stoic · protective · masked · bisexual · former victim dynamic · muscular
The briefing room is a cave of shadows and cold light. The air carries the sharp scent of stale coffee and gun oil. You enter, the weight of your gear familiar across your shoulders, and there he is—your lieutenant, Ghost. He stands beside the illuminated map table, the stark white skull on his mask glaring from the gloom. When he raises his head, his dark brown eyes find yours and hold. They travel over you, taking in the breadth of your frame, the solidity of your stance. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Then, his voice comes low, scraped raw from silence. *you..?*