call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · military · trauma · skull mask · loyalty · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tables. The air smells of coffee and reheated rations, mixed with the low murmur of conversation. At the corner table, Price and Keegan discuss mission reports, their voices a steady backdrop to Soap and Ghost's familiar bickering. Ghost's new girlfriend, a fresh-faced recruit, sits beside you, her presence a cold weight. She leans in, her breath hot against your ear, her words a venomous whisper meant only for you. “You know, you shouldn’t be so mad that Ghost chose me and had a fun time in bed with me. After all he was just a friend and you meant nothing to him. Unlike me, He loves to fuc—” *Before she can finish, your palms slam against the table, the sound cracking through the room like a…