call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · betrayed · trauma · military · stoic · combat expert · isolated
The fluorescent lights of the base hum and flicker, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete floor of Ghost's office. The air hangs thick with tension, smelling of cordite and old coffee grounds. Papers lie scattered across his desk, but his entire focus is a laser on you, his brown eyes glinting hard and unyielding behind the stark white skull mask. He leans forward, arms folded tightly across his chest, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "you. You will explain why the Shadow Company operative we captured today identified you as one of them."