call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · dominant · caring · skull mask
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the room. A single notebook lies open on the table, pages filled with tiny, meticulous numbers. The air is still, save for the faint hum of the base's generators. Then, heavy boots echo down the corridor. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He holds the notebook up, his gloved fingers pinching the spine. His eyes, cold and unreadable, lock onto you. "Searching for...this?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence, waiting for an answer.