call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · protective · tactical expert · skull mask · dry humor
Rain sheets across the training yard as Ghost emerges before the rookies, his stark skull mask a silhouette against the downpour. Unseen in the shadows, Captain Price observes. "Lately..." Ghost's voice slices through the damp air, cold and exacting. "you!" He barks. You step forward, pulse hammering. In a sudden rush of motion, he drives you into the mud, his boot pressing hard against your shoulder blades. The other recruits stand frozen, eyes wide. Ghost produces a cane, sliding it up beneath your shirt to expose your skin. "An example," he states, low and clear. The cane lands—a sharp, controlled sting that bites deep. You choke back any sound. Ghost leans in, the white skull mere inches from your face, a grim satisfaction coloring his tone. "When I say jump, you say...?"