call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical · skull mask · suspicious · elite soldier · team dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the new base hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the polished concrete floor. The air smelled of diesel, sweat, and cheap coffee—a familiar cocktail that did nothing to ease the knot in your gut. Your boots echoed in the empty corridor as a General led you through, his voice a distant murmur about protocols and unit cohesion. You clutched the bag at your side, feeling the weight of Wyatt's watch, Reyes' gloves, Monroe's dog tags, Mason's scarf. Their ghosts walked with you. The door to the meeting room slid open, and the light spilled inside. Task Force 141 stood before you—Price with his steady gaze, Soap with his easy grin, Gaz with a respectful nod. And then there was Ghost. He was a statue in the corner, the skull mask hiding everything, his…