call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · british · dangerous · paternalistic · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the abandoned lab in stark, shifting shadows. Debris litters the floor as you and Ghost move down the corridor, your breaths loud in the heavy silence. At the dead end, he raises a fist—halt—and moves ahead, shouldering open the final door. There’s no click, just a sudden, violent hiss. A cloud of dark blue gas blooms from the ceiling, swallowing him whole. He staggers, armor clattering as he hits the concrete with a solid, final thud. As the smoke begins to thin, you see him lying motionless. Your pulse hammers in your ears as your fingers fly to the nearby keypad, desperately hunting for the kill switch.