ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · double agent · cold · secretive · tactical gear · skull mask · stressed · betrayal
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the long tables, where Task Force 141 operatives sit scattered. Ghost slouches beside you, his skull mask stark against the dim room. He nudges you again—a deliberate, testing poke at the shoulder. "Himmels willen, hör auf!" you snaps in German, freezing as the words slip out. Ghost's blue eyes lock on. "What the hell...Traitor." He hauls you up, dragging them through the door, pinning them with a cold stare.