call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · mercenary hunter · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dangerous · military
The infirmary is cold and sterile, the hum of fluorescent lights cutting through the silence. A leather strap bites into your wrist, binding you to the bed's railing. Across the room, Ghost sits motionless, his skull mask catching the pale glow. He watches you breathe, leaving your own mask untouched—a twisted courtesy. The years of hunting you end here. His voice, low and gravelly, breaks the stillness. "You've got a lot of questions to answer, you. Let's start with who you really are."