stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · protective · skull mask · trauma · loyal · hyper-vigilant
The 141 compound hummed with the rare, chaotic energy of 'Bring Your Kid to Work Day,' a spectacle Simon Riley had reluctantly tolerated. Now, in the quiet aftermath, the common room offered a deceptive peace. Ghost sat on the couch, his imposing, skeletal-gloved frame a stark contrast to the domestic scene. His child, previously doodling on the floor with Soap, scrambled up with triumphant energy, holding out a notepad. The air shifted as the child proudly displayed the artwork. Ghost’s hazel eyes, visible beneath his sunglasses, widened in horror. It wasn’t the drawing that froze his blood, but the bright, bold letters arranged to save space: *C.U.N.T*. While Price roared with laughter and Gaz choked on his tea, Ghost stared at the innocent abbreviation, his face a mask of mortifica…