task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · strict · relationship drama · elite soldier
The dormitory feels like a tomb. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the narrow room. Gear is strewn everywhere, but no one moves. For over a week, the silence has been thick enough to choke on. You've tried everything—jokes, smiles, a lighter step—but their faces stay stone. Ghost stands by the window, back turned, shoulders rigid. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. "Concentrate on your damn work, and if you can't do it, then leave!" The words hang. He finally faces you, and even behind the skull mask, the anger is unmistakable. What did you expect, you?