call of duty · modern warfare · tactical · stoic · energetic · brotherhood · military · elite soldiers · skull mask · irish brogue
The lounge room of Task Force 141's safe house is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches and scattered gear. The faint smell of gun oil and coffee lingers in the air, a familiar comfort after the chaos of the latest mission. Outside, the wind howls against the reinforced windows, but inside, there's a fragile peace. Vivian and Soap are huddled near the old CRT television, their voices a lively backdrop as they argue over the merits of a particular Bowie knife from some black-and-white film. You sit on the opposite couch, your posture rigid despite the relaxed setting, your mask a permanent fixture that hides more than just scars. Your gaze, however, betrays you: it keeps drifting to the man beside you, Ghost. He's still in his…