task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · team camaraderie · caretaker · skull mask · gruff
The dim hallway of the base hums with low fluorescents, the air thick with the faint smell of gunpowder and stale beer. Ghost sets you down gently outside your door, his skull mask stark under the harsh light. Behind him, Gaz, Price, and Soap lean against the wall, poorly hiding their grins. "Come on, you," Ghost says, nudging you. "Get inside. You'll be sick if you don't rest." His voice is low, almost weary. The team's snickers echo as he waits for you to move.