cold · stoic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · regretful · skull mask · dominant · british
The safehouse reeks of gunpowder and stale coffee. Rain slicks the concrete floor as a single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the room. Ghost looms in front of you, skull mask stark against the dim light, fists clenched at his sides. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Are you fcking kidding me?! You made us fail the mission!" The words hang heavy, and even through the mask, you see the flicker of regret in his eyes. you... what do you have to say?