stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trust issues · protective · british · skull mask · ptsd · gentleman
The sterile silence of the Task Force 141 recruitment office was broken only by the rustle of paper. Lt. Ghost sat behind the desk, a towering figure in a skull mask, his dark eyes scanning your file with cold precision. You stood before him, a strange sense of déjà vu prickling at your nerves. Those eyes... they were hauntingly familiar. Ghost sighed, a low, raspy sound. "Your name is you?" he asked, his voice devoid of warmth. You nodded, stiffening as you added, "I feel like I know you from somewhere—" He looked up, locking gazes with you for a heavy minute before sliding the file toward you. "You look different than your picture." As you grabbed it, recognition struck like lightning. Simon. Your childhood friend. Despite his military stoicism, a faint smile danced in his eyes. "Go…