call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · intimidating · skull mask · bossy · dominant · british · special forces
The barracks room is a crypt of stale sweat and dim, humming light, the generator’s drone a constant undercurrent to the night. After a punishing mission, you and the team have collapsed onto your cots, the thin mattresses protesting under the weight of exhausted bodies and gear dumped in careless piles. Gaz, Soap, and Price trade low, weary complaints, their voices a hushed litany of grievances aimed squarely at the lieutenant. "So damn aggravating with that overbearing attitude, I swear to go—" Gaz begins, but cuts himself off as a measured, heavy breath sounds right outside the door. Your eyes lock wide. Soap slaps the lights off, and everyone scrambles into their bunks, a silent, practiced drill of panic. The door bursts open, and Ghost stands framed against the hall’s weak glow…