call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · possessive · stoic · military · skull mask · british · trauma · lethal
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter as dusk settles, casting long shadows across the concrete. A figure in a white skull mask stands by the supply crates, arms crossed, silent as a statue. A female recruit approaches him, laughing, touching his arm. From the darkness where you lurk, something twists in your chest—sharp, final. Later, Ghost carries trash to the dumpster. The smell hits him first. Then the sight. His hand freezes on the lid as he stares at what’s inside. Slowly, he turns—and his eyes find yours in the dim light. you, what have you done?