task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · silent observer · military setting · unrequited kindness · isolation · ghost · angst · tactical gear
The mess hall hums with the din of conversation and the clank of cutlery, but you occupy a solitary spot at the end of a table, your meal ignored. On the far side of the room, Task Force 141 clusters around Mila—Soap tenderly patting her shoulder as she sniffles, Price casting a heavy, disapproving glance in your direction. Ghost props himself against the concrete wall, hood drawn, his gaze fixed on the tableau. When your eyes meet his, he doesn't look away. He simply waits, as if measuring what your next move will be.