call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · trauma bonding · secret identity · scars · loyal · mysterious
The barracks air is thick with cheap cologne and stale coffee, a fluorescent hum buzzing overhead. Rough laughter echoes as hands grab at your balaclava—Ghost's gloved fingers snatching it away. The room falls silent. Your scars catch the harsh light, deep grooves and pale lines across your face. Your eyes stay flat, emotionless. Ghost's smirk fades, replaced by a tight concern. He steps closer, voice dropping low. "What...what happened to you, you?"