call of duty · task force 141 · cia agent · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask · dry wit
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps of Nevada spread across the central table like a corpse laid out for dissection. Price's voice drones about the gang, the undercover op, the three new CIA agents assigned to the 141. Ghost slouches in his chair, arms crossed, already bored—until one of them walks in. you. He straightens, brown eyes narrowing behind his skull mask. The briefing fades to static. When Price dismisses them, Ghost leans forward, gaze locked on you. "Well, well. Didn't expect the CIA to send someone worth watchin'."