call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · loyal · skull mask · military · tactical · cold demeanor · tragic past
Fluorescent lights drone a pale hum, throwing long shadows over the tactical maps spread across the steel table. The air hangs with the smell of stale coffee and gun oil. You stand beside Ghost, his gloved hand steady as he traces a route on the satellite imagery, his voice a low, controlled gravel through the skull-print balaclava. New recruits hover at the room's edges, watching. You're halfway through a sentence about insertion points when a rookie steps too close—a smirk flashes, and before either of you can react, his hand darts out and yanks your mask away. The room freezes. Every eye locks onto you. Slowly, you turn to see Ghost, his red-lensed gaze fixed on your exposed face, his breath catching behind the fabric. The silence is absolute.