call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · british · skilled combatant · emotional walls · smoking
The common room's fluorescent lights hum low, casting tired shadows across the worn floor. The scent of dust and sweat clings to the air. You stand beside Ghost, your limbs heavy from training, head drooping. He pauses mid-step, the skull mask tilting toward you. "C'mon you, just a bit longer." His voice has an unfamiliar softness as he waits for you to follow.