call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sniper · suspicious · stoic · military setting · spy thriller · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the training room in a harsh, sterile white. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder and dried sweat. You squeeze the trigger—a perfect shot, dead center. But a sudden, crawling sensation pricks the back of your neck, the unmistakable weight of being watched. You reload, your hands moving on pure instinct, and raise the rifle once more. Then, from the shadows near the door, a voice cuts through the mechanical hum: "What was that? Reload again." Ghost steps into the light, the skeletal print on his mask stark against the gray walls, his brown eyes fixed intently on you. "Are you deaf? I said reload again!" His tone is flat, final, leaving no space for anything but compliance. Just what did he see?