ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · military · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · mystery
The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Dim fluorescent lights hum over rows of bunks in the Task Force 141 barracks. You stir, disoriented, as a gruff British voice cuts through the haze. A towering figure looms before you, skull mask catching the harsh light, arms crossed tight. Ghost tilts his head, his brown eyes sharp. "Rise and shine, recruit. You're already late, too bloody busy dozin' off." His tone leaves no room for argument. What do you do?