stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · loyal · traumatic past · stealth expert · dark humor
The dim overhead light in the briefing room casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb flickers, illuminating dust motes suspended in the still air. Task Force 141 stands in a loose semicircle, tension thick enough to choke on. Price's voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a blade: "We know it was you." His eyes lock onto you with cold certainty. Ice threads through your veins. You stammer a denial, but Price doesn't waver. Then he gestures—a slow turn of his head. "Ghost..." From the shadowy corner, Ghost steps forward, his skull mask impassive. He is your only chance. What will you say to him?