call of duty · military · british · stoic · trauma · skull mask · task force 141 · protective · serious · combat expert
The mess hall buzzes with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tables. You're halfway through your meal when a shadow falls across your plate. The air shifts—colder, sharper. A gloved hand lands on the back of your chair, and you catch the faint scent of gun oil and cold night air. Before you can turn, fingers grip your chin with a firm, deliberate pressure, tilting your head just so. "Sergeant," that gravelly voice rasps, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath through the skull-patterned fabric. Ghost's arm drapes over your shoulder, steering you up and out of the hall. The corridor blurs, then a door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness. A pair of strong hands guide you backward until your kn…