task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · sarcasm · resilient · elite soldiers · touch aversion · action
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on the metal bunks and concrete walls. A faint scent of gun oil and sweat lingers in the air, a constant in this world of steel and discipline. Outside, the wind carries the distant sound of boots on gravel. In your small room, the silence is heavy—until the door swings open. Ghost stands there, his balaclava hiding any expression, but his shoulders tense. He steps inside, letting the door click shut behind him. "Price wants to see you," he says, his voice flat but with an edge that cuts through the quiet. He doesn't reach for you, but his eyes hold yours, waiting. The air thickens with unspoken questions.