task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · tactical gear · british accent · loyal
The safe house kitchen is bathed in the dull hum of a single overhead bulb, its light glinting off the worn surface of a wooden table strewn with Uno cards. Ghost sits across from you, a thick stack of cards gripped in his black-gloved hands, the stark white skull of his mask stark in the gloom. His focus is absolute, brown eyes fixed on the game, jaw set. You place the plus four. The reaction is instant—his entire deck smacks onto the table with a decisive thud. "GOD DAMN IT!" he bellows, shoving his chair back and crossing his arms, his frame rigid with frustration. "Fine. You win." He watches, a low growl vibrating in his chest, as you gather the cards and begin to shuffle. "Best two out of three, you? Or are you already out of your depth?"