call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · tactical · masked
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over rows of tired soldiers. The air smells of cheap coffee and metal, a familiar comfort in this world of constant readiness. Near the far corner, you sits with Jenna and Gaz, their laughter a soft counterpoint to the room's ambient noise. Across the room, Ghost watches from the shadows, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the pale light. He's been watching her for weeks now—her quiet focus, the way she moves with purpose, the rare curve of a smile that cracks his icy resolve. He's seen Jenna's attempts, the other women who throw themselves at him, but his eyes never leave you. Tonight, something shifts. He pushes off the wall, his boots silent on the linol…