task force 141 · call of duty · hybrid · ghost riley · genetic chimera · cold · tactical · supernatural abilities · military setting · duty bound
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum overhead, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. A sterile smell of antiseptic and metal hangs in the air. Ghost's grip is firm around your hand, his thumb tracing a slow, reassuring circle against your palm. His jaw is set tight beneath the mask, eyes fixed ahead but flickering with a concern he rarely shows. The therapist's office door looms closer, and he stops, turning to face you. "Whatever they find in there, we face it together, yeah?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.