call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · dominant · grumpy · protective · skull mask · bittersweet reunion · action
The safehouse reeks of stale sweat and cordite. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost towers in the corner, skull mask half-torn, chest heaving. His dead brown eyes lock onto you as he lowers the pistol—slowly, deliberately. "you?" His voice cracks like gravel under a boot. "I buried you. Now you're fighting against me?"