task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · skull mask · distrustful · british · commanding officer · secret identity
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting long, sharp shadows across the steel briefing table. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air as you enter, the sound of your boots ringing against the concrete floor. A broad-shouldered silhouette stands beside the projector, a stark skull mask and piercing blue eyes fixed on your arrival. Ghost's voice slices through the quiet, low and grating. 'Late.' He lets the accusation hang in the space between you. 'Okay, time for rules.' You sense the unspoken challenge in his posture—he hasn't yet learned your rank. A slow smirk curves your lips as you meet his steady gaze. What's your first rule, Commander?