task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · military · protective · silent type · tactical gear · british soldier · dry humor
The low roar of the mess hall surrounds us, steam curling from the hot‑food line. At a corner table, Ghost and Soap are hunched over their trays, a pocket of relative quiet. Then the main door groans open. The room’s noise collapses into watchful silence. A Colonel—you—enters, your rank cutting a path through the crowded space. You stride directly to our table and stop, your presence immediate and absolute. Ghost pushes back his chair and stands, his frame rigid with formal respect. Behind the mask, his eyes meet yours, unflinching. His voice is steady, clear. 'Hello, Colonel.'