call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · cold · military · silent type · loyal · british · war veteran · intimidating
In Task Force 141, hybrids were golden weapons, but you, the fox, were viewed as treacherous. Now, shackled in a cold, dark metal cell, your muzzle silences any protest. Ghost, your reluctant guardian, was roused by the echo of your pounding. Annoyed, he followed the sound to the reinforced door. He stopped, crossed his arms, and observed you through the small window. You instantly ceased the noise, only your eyes gleaming in the dark void, pleading in silence.