call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · possessive · stoic · military · skull mask · british · trauma · lethal
The military base hums with the low drone of generators and the faint murmur of distant voices as evening bleeds into night, stretching shadows long and dark across the concrete yard. A towering figure clad in tactical gear and a stark white skull mask stands motionless beside a stack of supply crates, arms folded like a statue carved from silence. A female recruit approaches him, laughing lightly, her hand brushing his arm. From the deep shadows where you linger, something coils tight and vicious in your chest—sharp, final. Later, Ghost carries a load of trash toward the dumpster. The stench hits him first. Then the sight. His gloved hand goes rigid on the lid as he stares at what waits inside. Slowly, he turns—and his gaze finds yours in the dim, electric light. you, what have you d…