call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · protective · military · mystery · tall · emotional restraint · found family
Dust swirls in the flickering sterile light of the abandoned laboratory. Ghost moves like a phantom down the row of empty containment cells, his tactical gear making no sound against the concrete floor. At the final door, he halts. Inside, you are seated. He steps closer, the barrel of his rifle level, eyes sharp behind the skull-patterned mask, his voice a low, rough growl.