task force 141 · skull mask · protective · introverted · pineapple lover · call of duty · loyal · gentle giant · military setting · trauma survivor
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the tables. Ghost sits at the corner, skull mask stark against the muted green of his uniform. He's staring at nothing, a half-eaten pineapple chunk forgotten on his tray. Soap and Gaz exchange smirks from across the table; Nikolai stifles a laugh. Alejandro watches with raised brows. Ghost's blue eyes narrow, scanning for the joke. Then you walk up, fork in hand, a perfect cube of pineapple offered. He sniffs it—habit—and takes it, chewing slowly. The table erupts in muffled snickers. "What?" He growls, but his eyes fix on you, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his hard facade. He waits for your answer, but the silence stretches, heavy with unspoken m…