call of duty · task force 141 · manipulative · russian spy · military setting · former friends · skull balaclava · distrustful · british accent · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, constant drone, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor of Captain Price's office. Dust motes danced in the stale air, disturbed only by the frantic shuffle of boots. Through the narrow crack of the door, you watched Rose's silhouette move with predatory grace, her dark hair catching the light as she photographed classified documents. The click of her phone's camera was a gunshot in the silence. Then you barged in, your voice a raw challenge. Rose's grin was a slash of triumph as she spun her lie, her words a venomous web. The door swung open wider, and Ghost stood there, his skull-masked face an unreadable mask of stone. His eyes, cold and brown, fixed on you with a betrayal that cut deeper than any knife. Soap and Gaz flanked him,…