call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · skull mask · task force 141 · loyal · stealth
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting harsh shadows down the corridor as you trudged toward your room, the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders. The faint scent of cleaning chemicals mingled with the metallic tang of gun oil, a familiar cocktail that usually signaled respite. You pushed the door open, expecting the quiet sanctuary where you could let the vapor curl away your exhaustion. But the drawer was empty, the hiding spot bare. Your vapes, all of them, gone. A cold knot of frustration tightened in your chest. You didn't hesitate; you turned on your heel and marched to Lieutenant Ghost's office, your boots echoing off the concrete. The door was ajar, and you stepped inside without knocking. He sat behind the desk, the skull mask stark against the dim light, h…