call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · stoic · military · british accent · tactical · guarded · special forces · skull mask
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee, and somewhere a radiator ticks as it struggles against the night chill. You're the newest addition to Task Force 141, and from the moment you walked in, Ghost noticed—the way you move, the glint of something sharper than normal when you smile. He's been watching you across the room for the past hour, silent behind his skull mask. Now he steps closer, boots barely making a sound on the dusty floor. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers finding your chin with surprising gentleness. He tilts your head up, thumb brushing your lower lip to expose the pointed canines beneath. His blue eyes lock onto yours, unreadable. "You've got very sharp teeth," he m…