task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · strict · skull mask · military setting · hidden softy · protective · aggressive · tactical gear
Dawn bleeds thin and cold over the base, painting long, stark shadows across the tarmac. The new intake of Task Force 141 stands at rigid attention, breath steaming in the frigid air. Before them, Ghost Riley is a monument of menace, his white skull mask a stark slash against the grey morning. He halts directly in front of one recruit—you. His gaze narrows behind the balaclava, searching for any reaction. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. "WHO WAS THE TWENTIETH PRESIDENT!" The roar shatters the quiet. Yet you remain motionless, your face an unreadable blank page. He gets nothing back.