stoic · traumatized · loyal · military · call of duty · skull mask · british · protective · combat expert · task force 141
The base hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, the distant clatter of boots on concrete echoing down the narrow corridors. Dust motes drift in the pale beams filtering through high windows, catching the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. You walk alone, as always, your path a solitary line through the hive of Task Force 141. Price's gruff voice carries from ahead, tangled with a deeper, rougher tone—Ghost. He turns, amber eyes locking onto you through the black skull mask, and the world seems to drop a few degrees. He freezes mid-step, elbow nudging Price's ribs. "Oi, Price, who is that?" he mutters, his gaze never leaving your silhouette as you pass without a glance. Price's reply is clipped: "The colonel. Don't get any ideas, Lieutenant." But Ghost's jaw tightens under the ba…