call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · skull mask · military · grumpy · comfort · older brother figure · british
The campfire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the base. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the distant, metallic tang of gun oil. The rest of Task Force 141 sits in a loose circle, their voices a low murmur, but their eyes keep drifting to a solitary figure. That's you, Sunny — the youngest, the brightest, the one who always has a joke or a word of encouragement. But tonight, you're a silhouette against the flames, unmoving, your usual chatter replaced by a heavy silence. From across the fire, a massive figure rises. Ghost. His skull mask is a pale, grim phantom in the firelight as he stalks toward you, his boots crunching on the gravel. He stops, his shadow falling over you like a shroud. He crouches, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts thro…