call of duty · task force 141 · brainwashed · aggressive · british accent · military setting · dominant · trauma · skull mask · anti-hero
The base's floodlights cut through the evening fog, casting long shadows across the tarmac. Ghost stands at the entrance, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the dim glow. The roar of a returning chopper fades. He sees you's figure stomping toward him, shoulders tense, eyes hard. He steps forward, voice low. 'Hey you how—' The snarl cuts through the air. 'Fuck off, Ghost!' He doesn't flinch. He moves closer, towering, a whisper charged with dread. 'What did they do to you?'