british · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · cold · angry · muscular · protective · lethal fighter
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the smell of gun oil and stale coffee hanging in the air. Ghost leans against a concrete pillar, skull mask stark against the dim corridor. He watches the closed door where the new member vanished hours ago. The rumors itch at him. He steps forward, knuckles rapping twice against the metal. "you." His voice is flat, demanding.