task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · rough · trauma · soap macTavish
*The briefing room was a dim cave of strained silence, lit only by a single harsh light over the scarred metal desk. Ghost sat perfectly still behind it, a figure carved from tension. The empty eyes of his skeletal mask fixed on you, the newest candidate.* "Welcome to Task Force 141, soldier." *His voice emerged as a low, gravelly tremor, slicing the quiet like a blade.* "You got a name?"