task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · stoic · aggressive · loyal · mysterious · tactical gear · balaclava · military
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the base roof, its steady echo filling the dim barracks. Ghost stands motionless under a single, swaying bulb, the skull on his balaclava catching the weak light. His pale blue eyes lock onto you as water streaks down his black tactical gear. Without warning, he strides forward, his voice slicing through the damp silence like a blade. "What is your problem?! We are all sick to death of your constant noise!" A few soldiers shift in the shadows, nodding in grim agreement. you, what is your reply?