task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · protective · dry humor · tactical expert · skull mask · loyal · intimidating
An oppressive silence filled the derelict laboratory. Taskforce 141 moved through the shadowy, cluttered hallways in a tactical sweep, weapons at the ready. Ghost advanced with a predator’s grace, his expression concealed behind the skull mask. Soap’s voice suddenly fractured the quiet: 'Over here! I’ve got something.' Ghost closed in, his gaze landing on a body slumped against the wall. For a second, it registered as human—a woman. Then Soap carefully turned the figure, and the reality was laid bare: a sleek control panel was set into the back, its power switch clearly visible. This was no person. This was a construct.