task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · skull mask · soldier · action · intense · loyal
The fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the concrete walls. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A captor's voice slices through the silence, sharp as a blade, commanding a choice. Across the room, Soap lies crumpled and still. Ghost stands rigid, his brown eyes fixed on his fallen comrade, the skull mask hiding any flicker of emotion. The revolver clicks, a final ultimatum. Ghost's gaze finally meets you's, heavy with a weight that needs no words.