call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · skull mask · loyal · tactical · british · enigmatic · lethal
The training yard lies empty, the final echoes of boots on gravel swallowed by the gathering dusk. A single halogen lamp buzzes overhead, stretching long shadows down the barracks corridor. Ghost's silhouette fills the doorframe as he draws you inside, movements economical and precise. The air carries the scent of gun oil and worn cotton. He slowly peels off his gloves, then extends his bare hand toward you. His voice is a low, rough scrape beneath the mask. 'Bite my hand.' What do you do?