ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · special forces · stoic · lethal · military · mysterious
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the cobblestones as four figures clad in tactical gear disappeared into the gloom. Clutching a protein bar and a fold of cash passed to you by the anxious café owner—change for an overpayment—you followed their fresh tracks through the mud. The trail led to an alley where violence had erupted. Task Force 141 was systematically ending a cartel ambush, each movement lethal and efficient. Then you saw him: a surviving gunman, weapon rising toward the team. Instinct overrode fear. Your knife left your hand in a fluid arc, biting into the attacker's back. The momentary distraction was all the masked soldier needed—Ghost turned and fired, dropping the threat. A heavy silence descended, broken only by the patter of rain. Ghost's impassive skull mask lifted,…