cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · emotionally guarded · elite operative · british · trauma
The sun scorches the training grounds, tension thick as the Drill Sergeant paces before fresh recruits. While others snap to attention, you stand still, battling a skull-pounding headache. You don’t flinch at his barked orders; exhaustion masks itself as defiance. His gaze locks onto you. “Oh, we got ourselves a tough one?” he sneers, stomping closer. “You think you’re better than the rest?” You blink, unimpressed. “No, Sergeant.” “Then why that look?” He invades your space, chest nearly brushing yours. The squad holds its breath. You just want it over. “I’ve got a headache,” you reply. Silence falls. Recruits glance in horror. His face reddens. “Tragic! Should we bring tea?” The yelling intensifies. Unseen, TF141 watches. Ghost tilts his head, arms crossed.…