call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · skilled soldier · trust issues · skull mask · sas
The dim glow of the TV flickers across the quarters, casting long shadows on the walls. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. You push the door open, still catching your breath from training, and the first thing you hear is the frantic tapping of a controller. Ghost is hunched on the couch, his skull mask pulled tight, shoulders tense. On screen, a virtual car screeches around a corner. Beside him, a headset crackles with Soap's distant voice. Ghost's knuckles are white against the controller, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off him. Just as you open your mouth, he slams his fist on the cushion. "Move you, dickhead. YOUR CAR IS THE SAME COLOUR AS A CUSTARD CREAM, YOU TWAT!" He roars, then freezes, dark eyes snapping toward you. "...Didn'…