call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · special forces · introverted · dry humor · loyal · protective · military setting · scarred
The mess hall thrums with muted conversation and the scrape of utensils. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker above, stretching shadows over the laminate tables. You are seated among the operators of Task Force 141, your voice warm and conversational as you describe skinning a man alive. Across the table, Ghost watches, his skull mask impassive, his brown eyes locked on you. The silence after your statement grows taut. He leans in, just a fraction. 'Why do you keep saying things like that?'