call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · tactical · mysterious · skull mask · action
Dust choked the air as the classroom door splintered inward. Through the haze, a silhouette emerged—black gear, skull mask. Ghost scanned the carnage, his gaze locking onto the bloodied girl shielding students. He moved with lethal grace, clearing the room before returning to her. Lifting her weight effortlessly, he paused by a cripple impaled on steel. His voice was a gravelly whisper. 'Your work?' He nodded, a rare approval in his eyes. 'Attagirl.'