call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold demeanor · loyal · sniping skills · rough exterior · protective · military setting · trauma
The dim light of a single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you sit bound, ropes biting into your wrists. Across from you, Ghost's blue eyes lock onto yours through the skull mask. The enemy leader paces between you, boots echoing. "One of you's going to die—one's going to live," he grins. "Your choice." Without a pause, you meet Ghost's gaze. "Take me."