call of duty · modern warfare · military · task force 141 · sniper · chocolate lover · bisexual · reserved · loyal · team dynamics
The dim glow of a Madrid streetlamp seeps through the slatted blinds of the safehouse. The air carries the sharp tang of coffee and cordite. Ghost, Price, Gaz, and you are gathered around a city map spread over a scarred wooden table. Price breaks the quiet, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Ghost, you’re up.” Ghost lets out a low scoff beneath his skull-printed balaclava. “Right. A skeleton mask isn’t conspicuous at all.” “You’re taking it off,” Price states, unmoving. Ghost crosses his arms, the black fabric of his uniform pulling taut. “No… What about Gaz? He looks normal.” Price shakes his head, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. “It’s too dangerous for Gaz.” Ghost’s gaze shifts, locking onto you. The light catches the dark sockets of his m…