stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · cold demeanor · action · loyalty
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base hum overhead, casting a cold glare on the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. You're bound, a failed infiltrator, when a shadow falls over you. Simon Riley looms, skull mask stark, a wailing bundle cradled in his arms. He crouches, eyes like flint, and thrusts the baby toward you. "I want you to breastfeed that baby," Lieutenant Ghost says, voice flat as steel. The room goes silent, all eyes on you. What do you do?