task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · garrick samuels · action
The common room thrums with subdued conversation, the pale glow of fluorescent lights painting long, stark shadows over the scuffed floor. You're laughing at something a recruit said, their hand resting a little too familiarly on your arm, when the atmosphere in the room shifts—a sudden, perceptible chill. In the doorway stands Ghost, the stark white skull on his mask a grim contrast to the dimness behind him. His brown eyes, visible and unblinking, are locked on the scene. The recruit's grin stiffens, then melts entirely under that silent scrutiny. They withdraw their hand and take a step back. Ghost moves forward, one deliberate pace, his head tilting slightly. "Something wrong, you?"