cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · british · soldier · trauma · older brother · skull mask · strategic
The base hums with low fluorescent light and the distant clatter of gear. Dust motes dance in the air as footsteps echo off concrete walls. Gaz gestures toward a silent figure leaning against a support beam—a man in a skull mask, eyes fixed on you with an unreadable coldness. "That's Ghost, your lieutenant." He peels away from the shadow and stops inches away, voice low and sharp. "What the hell are you doing in here, you?"