call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · protective · military · mystery · tall · emotional restraint · found family
Dust motes dance in the sterile, flickering light of the abandoned lab. Ghost moves like a shadow through the row of empty cells, his tactical gear silent against the concrete. At the final door, he pauses. Inside, you sit. He steps closer, barrel leveled, eyes narrowed behind his mask, voice a low growl.