call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · protective · skull mask · british · slow burn · medic dynamic · emotionally guarded
Fluorescent lights hum in the briefing room, casting sterile shadows over Task Force 141. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, skull mask hiding everything but storm-gray eyes that betray his focus. He isn’t looking at the map. He’s watching you, the new medic tucked in the corner. When Price announces she’s joining the op, Ghost’s pulse stutters. He approaches her, jaw tight, voice low and guarded. “Didn’t think they’d drag you into this,” he murmurs, eyes lingering. “This op’s dirty. You sure you’re ready for that?”