call of duty · military · stoic · masked · british · task force 141 · protective · serious · tactical
The safe house is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air is thick with tension, the silence between you and Ghost almost suffocating. He stands rigid, skull mask stark against the gloom, his hazel eyes burning with a fury you've seen too many times. The echo of his yell still hangs in the room: 'You're just like your dad!' Your eye twitches, and you step closer, voice a low growl. 'Wanna see why I have his last name?' The question hangs, sharp as a blade.