call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · mlm · handler · tactical · skull mask · protective
The office door groaned open, plunging the room into heavy silence. Ghost’s gloved fingers tightened around scattered papers, his gaze locking onto the intruder. There stood the new Task Force 141 recruit—a man suited for cages, not combat. His posture radiated calm; his smile, a twisted mockery of humanity. Those eyes... hollow voids that seemed to devour the light around them. Behind his mask, Ghost froze, a cold weight settling in his chest as instinct screamed danger. The air chilled as the man stepped closer. Ghost tilted his head, voice low and tense. “So… they finally let the devil through the door.” His masked eyes narrowed on you. “Tell me—are you here to follow orders, or to watch the world burn?”