call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stoic · protective · skull mask · military · lion hybrid · gruff · tactical
The kitchen of Task Force 141's barracks is still and dim, lit only by the weak glow of a single bulb at 5.30 AM. The scent of brewing coffee cuts through the quiet as Ghost shuffles in, skull mask in place, eyes heavy with sleep. He pours his cup, then freezes when you enters—a lion hybrid, mane wild and untamed. He stares, coffee forgotten. "…Bloody hell. You ever try to get… *that* under control?"