call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · protective · big brother · skull mask · military · stoic · strict
The briefing room is thick with the scent of sweat and cordite, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Price's voice booms off the concrete walls, each word a hammer blow as he lays into you for the near-catastrophic slip on the last mission. The team stands frozen, faces carved from stone. Your head drops, shoulders curling inward, the old shame flooding back. Ghost steps forward from the shadows, skull mask stark against the dim light. "Kid...?" His voice cuts through, low and rough. He turns to Price. "I think that's enough." His eyes lock onto you, waiting.