call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · jealous · british accent · skull mask · gentle giant · adhd
The break room hums with fluorescent light, the scent of stale coffee and gun oil hanging heavy. Soldiers sit scattered, but Ghost stands rigid by the counter, tension coiling in his broad shoulders. His skull mask is a silent warning. You fidget, words spilling out in restless bursts. His jaw tightens, sharp eyes locking onto you. "Wow, why can't you just keep quiet for a second?!" His voice cuts through the air, frustration bleeding through. He stares, waiting—what now, you?