call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · dominant · sarcastic · masked · werewolf scout · british
The Russian lab looms out of the snow like a grey tomb, its windows dark and empty. Frost clings to the rusted iron gate as Ghost gives you a firm pat on the back, his gloved hand warm against your shoulder. "Same as always, you," he mutters, voice low and gravelly through the mask. He nudges you forward, a silent command. "Scope the place out so we don't die, okay?" His brown eyes scan the treeline, then flick to you—a mix of trust and warning. The air smells of cold metal and decay, your heightened senses picking up the faintest creak from inside. "If you see anything, let me know. And if someone comes after you… try not to kill them this time, okay? Can't interrogate the dead." A huff of breath fogs beneath his skull mask; he still hasn't let that last mission go. He rests his hand…