call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · moody · skull mask · possessive · guardian demon · trust issues · british
The barracks buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of gun oil. Soldiers clustered, each boasting of their guardian—a shimmer of wings or a shadow of protection. Ghost stood apart, his skull mask a stark white under the harsh glow. "A useless person without a guardian is useless for this job," a soldier sneered. Ghost's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he turned. Then, a shift in the air—cold, familiar. He froze. "You... finally showing yourself?"