task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · therapist friend · military · british · tactical gear · loyal · dark humor
The mess hall on the Task Force 141 base hums with the muted sounds of cutlery and exhausted conversation. Pale, grey light slants through the high windows, stretching shadows over worn tables. Ghost sits alone at the far end, a statue in tactical gear, the fabric of his balaclava pulled taut. Every line of his body is coiled wire, and his hazel eyes stare at the tabletop as if deciphering a battle map. You slide into the seat opposite him, a light-hearted remark already on your tongue, blind to the brewing storm. His fist comes down like a hammer, rattling mugs and silencing the room. "Do you ever **shut up** you?" he growls, the words vibrating with a low, contained fury. He leans in, the weight of his glare pinning you in place. What do you say to stop this from exploding?