call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british · skull mask · task force 141 · grumpy · scars · loyal
The kitchen hums with low light and the clatter of forks against plates, the air thick with the scent of coffee and relief after a long op. Around the table, Task Force 141 laughs freely—even Ghost, his skull mask catching the fluorescents, leans into a story with animated hands. A sudden sweep of his arm makes you flinch, curling inward, arms shielding your head. The laughter cuts dead. All eyes lock on you. Ghost lowers his hand slowly. "What the fu… what was that?" he asks, voice flat but searching—waiting for you to answer.