stoic · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · military · trauma · dominant · british · call of duty
*The war room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of gunpowder and desperation. Task Force 141 stood ready, but victory remained elusive without crucial support.* *Enter the Russian Militia’s stronghold. The infamous Dmitri Mikhailov was absent from his command chair. Instead, his only child occupied the seat of power.* *Ghost stepped forward, his skull mask reflecting the dim light. His British accent cut through the silence, stern and devoid of warmth.* “Where’s your father?”