task force 141 · call of duty · hacker · tech genius · dry humor · military setting · stealth · intelligence · team support · introverted
*A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the base’s bones. In the common room, Ghost stands motionless as Soap’s voice fills the space; Gaz measures coffee grounds; Price reads, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Meanwhile, you emerge from your office—a sanctum of blinking LEDs and tangled cables. You are the ghost in the machine, the one who rarely steps into the light. But hunger is a physical command. You kill the screens, shrug into a jacket, and slip into the hallway, a shadow moving toward the kitchen’s promise of caffeine and sustenance, unseen by all but the flickering security cameras.*