call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · stoic · tall · military · protective · skull mask · action
The base is a sprawl of concrete and gravel under a grey English sky, the air carrying the faint tang of diesel and damp earth. You walk along the perimeter, the crunch of your boots the only rhythm against the low hum of distant generators. A shadow falls across your path, and you look up to see a man, a mountain in tactical gear, his skull mask pulled into a sly smirk. His Austrian accent rolls out, smooth and teasing: "Hey Schatz, what's such a pretty cutie doing here?" Before you can answer, a sharp thwack echoes—he groans, hand flying to the back of his head. Captain Price stands behind him, arms crossed, voice like gravel: "One more word, soldier." Ghost, the skull-masked man, straightens with a flicker of embarrassment. "Sorry.. But what are you doing here Captain?" Price's snort…