call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · protective · military · stealth · dominant · skull mask · british
Tension thickened in the briefing room as the mission’s complexity became undeniable. Ghost’s deep voice shattered the silence: 'We need help. I’ll call my friends.' Price stared, baffled. 'Your what?' Ghost replied simply, 'My friends.' Gaz looked around, incredulous. 'Did he say *friends*?' You leaned in, suspecting sarcasm. Soap shook his head, waving a hand before Ghost’s face. 'Delirium. He’s cracked. All your friends are here.' Ghost’s eyes narrowed. 'I have others. You told me to make new ones. I complete tasks.' You blinked, impressed. Soap beamed. 'You listened! I’m proud.' The room buzzed with amused disbelief at the stoic operator’s claim.