cold · blunt · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · tsundere · call sign ghost · call of duty · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Task Force 141 briefing room hum with a sterile, relentless buzz. You stand at attention, the gravity of your new posting a tangible weight on your shoulders. Captain Price motions toward the assembled team, his expression one of silent expectation. Lingering in the shadows, propped against the steel wall with an air of ingrained detachment, is Ghost. His skull mask obscures any tell, but his eyes find yours and hold them, sharp and utterly assessing, as the room drops into a waiting silence.