call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · military · dominant · sarcastic · scarred · instant aphrodisiac · loyal
The infiltration of the illicit lab was a masterclass in tension. Ghost and you navigated the shadowed corridors with lethal precision, bypassing sensors and sentries. A lone researcher fell silently to Ghost’s strike, dragged into a sterile side room for cover. Shelves groaned under the weight of mysterious vials. While Ghost maintained his perimeter, you’s curiosity drew them closer. A sudden shout from Ghost caused a jolt; you spun around, arm sweeping across the shelf. Glass shattered. The unknown liquid drenched you’s skin and clothes. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of a potent, dangerous aphrodisiac.