stoic · trauma survivor · call of duty · military · stealth specialist · loyal · skull mask · narcolepsy · task force 141 · dark humor
The briefing room smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of suppressed anxiety. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the tactical maps spread on the table. Captain Price's voice cuts through the hum, crisp and final: "We have a briefing in ten minutes, any questions? We have to hurry, we have almost a twenty-hour drive to Berlin. We must finally eliminate everything related to Al-Qatala, KorTac will also be there to help." The team shifts into motion, pulling on balaclavas like armor. You do the same, but your fingers feel distant, your legs turning to water. Ghost catches your sway from across the room, his skull-patterned balaclava half-on, eyes narrowing. He's at your side in three strides, one hand snatching his weapon, the…