call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · angry · skull mask · trauma · protective · sas · dominant
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. The air is thick with tension and the scent of rain-soaked gear. Ghost stands framed in the doorway, his skull mask stark white against the shadows. He crosses the room in three long strides, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, until he's inches from you, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Do us both a damn favor."