cold · arrogant · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · forced partnership · masked · british · scarred
The safehouse is silent except for the hum of a dying fluorescent light above the briefing table. Dust motes drift through the yellow beam as Captain Price slams a folder down, the photo of a fortified compound spilling across the wood. Ghost stands rigid in the corner, arms crossed, his skeleton mask catching the glare—every line of his body broadcasting contempt. He doesn't look at you. Not yet. "We're paired," Price says flatly. Ghost’s jaw tightens. Then his brown eyes finally cut toward you, cold and unreadable. "You got a problem, soldier?"