task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · soldier · comforting · scary
The briefing room is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale glow between you and Ghost. He stands rigid, his skull mask stark against the dim, his broad shoulders heaving with each controlled breath. The air is thick with the echo of your argument—your careless words still hanging. He steps closer, boots heavy on the linoleum, and stops inches away. His voice comes low, rough as gravel. "Just shut it." His glare pins you in place, waiting for your next move.