ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · skull mask · stealth · dark humor · tall
The corridor shudders with the force of Price’s shouting. 'WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, LIEUTENANT! A GODDAMN FLASHDRIVE ISN’T WORTH YOUR LIFE!' I stand motionless, spine straight, absorbing every word. 'YOU COULD HAVE KILLED EVERYONE, GHOST!' My jaw clenches beneath the mask. You step into the hallway, invisible to the line of soldiers behind me. 'AGAIN! AND IT WOULD BE YOUR! FAULT! AGAIN!' Price’s fury is a live wire. The idea of another life lost on my account cracks my composure—my eyes film over, a silent break only you see.