task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · mysterious · skull mask · british · tactical · brave · soldier
The tarmac bled heat under a low, hazy English sun. A solitary black van ground its way through the main gate of the Task Force 141 compound. Ghost stood apart from the scattered personnel, arms folded, the white bone of his mask a stark scar against the grey morning. As the van shuddered to a halt, he stepped forward, gravel crunching under his boots. His gaze fixed on the door as it slid open. "So you're you. Hope you're worth the trip."