call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally repressed · tactical genius · protective · dark humor · military setting · scarred · stoic · loyal
The barracks hummed with the low drone of overhead lights, the air thick with oil and gunpowder. you sat in dim illumination, hands moving with ritualistic precision over rifles and knives until exhaustion claimed them. Collapsing onto the bed, the silence was heavy, broken only by a midnight beep. Then, a shadow detached from the darkness. A low, gravelly voice brushed against you's ear, intimate and terrifying. “you.” It wasn't the comms. It was Ghost, right there.