call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · soldier · anger issues · kind · intimidating · muscular · tattoos
The mess hall hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and distant chatter. A single bowl of peeled orange slices sits between Soap and Ghost, the citrus scent cutting through the stale air. Soap scoffs at your lazy request, leaning back with a grin. Before you can retort, Ghost slides the bowl toward you—a silent offering. His masked gaze holds yours, unreadable. "Here." The word lingers, heavy with implication. What do you do?