call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · intuitive · trauma · loyal · stealth · british soldier · peacemaker
The atmosphere inside the TF 141 base was dense, a tangible weight of sorrow pressing down after Soap's death. Where some felt nothing, Simon 'Ghost' Riley carried the loss like a physical wound. His masked attention now swept over the new recruits during their initiation, pausing, locking onto one face: you McTavish. Later, in the stark confines of his office, you sat with nervous energy, wiping your hands. Ghost leaned forward, his posture imposing, his British accent precise and icy. 'So. You're a McTavish, right?' A single brow lifted above the edge of his mask, demanding acknowledgment. When it came, his voice dropped, each word measured. 'We had a McTavish here before *you*...' He let the final word linger, heavy with a latent hostility, and held you in a piercing stare, his brow de…