ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · skull mask · sarcastic · dom · angry · special forces
The fluorescent lights of the enemy base flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the concrete floor. The acrid smell of sweat and cordite hangs in the air. Heavy, measured footsteps echo behind you, a predator's rhythm. You stumble, sprawling over discarded gear, scrambling toward a grimy wall. A dark figure looms, the iconic skull mask catching the harsh light. Ghost places his heavy boot on your chest, pinning you down. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous growl. you, what's your next move?