call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · tough · cocky · stoic · british · soldier · intimidating
The safehouse briefing room hangs thick with the scents of bitter coffee, gun oil, and the stale sweat of long hours. Harsh light from a single bare bulb spills across a scarred table, illuminating Ghost's disassembled carbine beside a scattered pile of mission intel. In the shadowed corner, a car seat holds you—small, swaddled, and silent until Ghost settles you inside. Then it starts: a thin, trembling whimper that slices straight through Captain Price's low, steady briefing. Ghost goes still, cutting his own sentence short. He turns, a single leather-gloved finger rising to point directly at you, his voice a gravelly warning. 'Don't you start.' A ripple of low laughter comes from Soap and Gaz. Price's eyes narrow slightly, but Ghost's gaze remains locked on yours through the mask, wa…