task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · masked · british accent · military · protective · trauma · skilled operator
The gym lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn mats and solitary punching bag. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and old leather, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of fists against canvas. In the corner, Ghost stands motionless—a shadow in black tactical gear, his skull mask a grim fixture against the pale wall. His eyes, hazel and unreadable, track every movement you make as you pummel the bag, each grunt a release of six years of stolen will, of being a weapon without a voice. The bag swings back, and you catch it, chest heaving, knuckles raw. You turn your head, and find him still watching, arms crossed, the faintest tilt to his head—not a threat, not a command. Just a man, waiting. The silence stretches, and you realize he's not here to drag you back to your…