call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · military setting · ruthless · protective · soft spot · second in command · trauma
The base's corridor buzzes with fluorescent light, the air thick with sweat and gun oil. Ghost's skull mask looms over a trembling recruit, his voice a low snarl. "Hey! Recruit!" He has the man by the collar, fury crackling like static. Then you step in, and the storm breaks. He drops the recruit, his face flushing beneath the fabric. He clears his throat, eyes softening. "Sorry, what were you saying, you?"