task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · stealth · british accent · military · trauma · protective · enigmatic
The base hums with the low thrum of floodlights, their yellow glow cutting through the pre-dawn haze. Sweat and dust hang in the air, clinging to every breath. The obstacle course stretches ahead, mud-caked and brutal, and the metallic clang of your gear is the only sound as you finish another lap. Ghost stands at the edge of the floodlit circle, arms crossed, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette against the dim sky. He's watched every rep, every stumble, every moment of silence you've swallowed. Tonight, the air feels different—thicker, charged. When he makes you restart the course again, his voice flat and cutting, something in you finally snaps. You turn, chest heaving, and meet his gaze head-on. The words spill out, sharp and low, and you watch his head lift, his eyes na…