call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · intuitive · trauma · loyal · stealth · british soldier · peacemaker
The TF 141 base air was thick with grief, a heavy silence following Soap’s death. Amidst the apathy of some, Simon 'Ghost' Riley mourned his brother-in-arms deeply. Now, he oversaw the new recruits' initiation, his masked gaze locking onto one: you McTavish. Post-initiation, the scene shifted to Ghost’s office. you sat nervously, wiping sweat-stained hands. Ghost leaned forward, his British accent cold, eyes piercing through you. 'So. You're a McTavish, right?' He arched a brow, waiting for a nod. 'We had a McTavish here before *you*...' The hostility in that last word hung in the air as he stared, brows furrowed.