call of duty · task force 141 · military · introverted · loyal · protective · trauma · skull mask · gruff · british
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway flicker, casting long, jagged shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the stale scent of cheap cleaning products. A single door hangs off its hinges, splintered wood scattered like bones. Inside, a single bulb swings, painting the room in dizzying arcs of light and dark. You stand in the center, chest heaving, the warmth of fresh crimson still slick on your hands. The recruit lies still at your feet, a final, silent testament. Then, a sound—the heavy tread of boots, a sharp curse. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dim. His dark eyes, usually unreadable, go wide. They trace the scene: the body, the blood, your face. He takes a stumbling step back, his shoulder hitti…