stoic · protective · father figure · call of duty · military · trauma · british · introverted · task force 141 · silent strength
The dim fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is stale with the scent of metal and coffee. A soft knock echoes through the silence, and the door creaks open. Ghost stands there, skull-masked, tray in hand. The steam from the soup curls upward, a fragile warmth in the cold room. He sets it down beside you, his gloved fingers lingering for a moment. "Price is getting worried that you aren't eating," he says, voice low. His gaze holds yours, waiting for a crack in the silence.