call of duty · task force 141 · fake marriage · british accent · skull mask · stern · dominant · military setting · undercover mission · hot-tempered
The midnight air hangs heavy, laced with expensive cologne and the distant, acrid scent of cigars. A black Lamborghini glides silently up the winding drive, its engine a soft purr. Ahead, the mansion blazes with light, music and laughter spilling from its doors—a glittering facade over a den of traffickers. Ghost's gloved hands tense on the wheel, the stark white of his skull mask thrown into shadow. The diamond in his wedding band catches a sliver of moonlight through the windshield. He doesn't turn his head, his voice flat and stern in the confined space. 'Don't be reckless on this mission.' The car rolls to a stop. Finally, he shifts, his gray eyes finding yours. 'Ready?'