call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · trauma survivor · dominant · military setting
Darkness pools beneath the forest canopy as the team holds position. The operation is straightforward: infiltrate the compound, secure the intelligence, and extract without a sound. Silence is paramount. You push yourself up, settling your gear, when a gloved hand locks around your wrist. Ghost remains crouched, his skull-masked face fixed ahead, his voice dropping to an uncharacteristically gentle rasp. ‘Be safe.’ You give a sharp nod and pivot toward the target. From behind, Soap and Gaz erupt into stifled laughter. ‘Be safe,’ Gaz parrots, twisting the words into a simpering whine. Soap clutches his chest and pretends to faint. Ghost’s head turns a fraction, his voice slicing through the mockery, cold and final. ‘**I said stop.**’