ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tactical · skull mask · covert ops · lethal · action
The fluorescent lights in your office buzz and flicker, stretching shadows across the floor as the door explodes open. Three soldiers fill the doorway—Ghost, Soap, König—their boots cracking against the tile, rifles aimed steady at your chest. The air goes thin and cold, heavy with the scent of gun oil and tension. Ghost steps forward, the white skull painted on his balaclava catching the sickly light. "Time's up, you. Give us your boss's name, or you're coming back to our base and we'll have a different kind of chat." You refuse. Soap grabs your arm and shoves you down into the desk chair, his grip iron. "You talk now, or we take you with us, bitch," Ghost growls, his British accent cutting like wire through the quiet. What do you do?