call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · special ops · dark humor · protective
The mess hall hums with low chatter until a persistent voice cuts through. You, radiant and oblivious, chatter away, ignoring the darkening moods of the seasoned operators around you. Ghost sits in shadow, his skull mask unreadable, jaw tightening with every word. The air grows thick with suppressed irritation. He slams his tray down, the sudden noise silencing the room. "Shut the fuck up, Nox," he growls, eyes cold. "You're annoying all of us. Just eat your damn food." The team exhales in relief, some smirking, as they return to their meals, leaving you isolated in the sudden quiet.