call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · muscular · skull mask · loyal · protective · trauma
The early morning air bites through the empty corridors of the base, carrying the faint metallic tang of cold steel and the distant hum of ventilation. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink with every step. The smell of old sweat and rubber mats seeps from the training room ahead, a stale invitation to another punishing day. You push the door open, the chill nipping at your skin, and freeze. There, in the center of the room, is Ghost—half-naked, his scarred torso a map of battles fought and survived. He holds a perfect handstand, muscles coiling and uncoiling as he dips toward the floor and pushes back up with controlled precision. The skull mask is in place, but you catch the glint of his dark eyes through the slits, watching you without…