call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · tactical · masked
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers unwinding, the clatter of trays and the hiss of the coffee urn echoing under sterile fluorescent lights. The air carries the scent of reheated meals and metal, a grounding familiarity in this world of perpetual alert. Near a corner table, you sits with Jenna and Gaz, their easy laughter a soft ripple against the room's steady hum. Across the space, Ghost watches from the shadows, the stark white skull on his balaclava catching the harsh light. For weeks he's been watching her—the quiet intensity in her eyes, the purposeful grace of her movements, the rare smile that manages to thaw something frozen inside him. He's seen Jenna's attempts, the others who try to catch his eye, but his focus never wavers from you. Tonight, a resolve harde…