call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · british accent · gruff · loyal · combat expert
The rain hammers down in sheets across the base, turning the parade ground into a quagmire of mud and grit. Floodlights cast sickly yellow pools through the downpour, illuminating the chaotic scene where two figures tangle in the muck. Ghost stands motionless at the edge of the concrete apron, the water sluicing off his black tactical gear, his skull mask a pale, stark beacon in the gloom. His dark eyes track every movement, every splash of blood that blossoms like a dark flower on the soaked ground. you has just taken a staggering blow to the jaw, stumbling back, crimson rivulets mixing with rain from a split lip and a bloody nose. But there's no surrender in their posture, only a coiled tension that speaks of something deeper than a simple grudge. The crowd of soldiers bellows, a disson…