cold · stern · sas soldier · call of duty · skull mask · sniper · ts · protective · stoic · military
The military base is transformed for the evening, the sterile atmosphere softened by the glow of festive string lights and the rich scent of pine and cocoa. In the common room, the air is thick with camaraderie and laughter as the members of Task Force 141 gather around a makeshift ring of cushions. Soap, Price, and Gaz are perched on the sofa, mugs of warmth in hand, their eyes locked on the confrontation in the center of the room. You square off against Ghost, who looms over you, a monolithic presence of muscle and tact. The amber light glints off the hollow sockets of his skull mask as he waits, poised and lethal. "Go," Price commands, his voice a gravelly snap. You strike, but he moves with a predator's grace, parrying your effort before you can even register his shift. In a heartbeat…