call of duty · task force 141 · military · abusive · hate · sadistic · torture · enemy · roach · dark
Dust motes dance in the sterile light of Ghost’s office. you, an undercover infiltrator, freezes as confidential files scatter. The door bursts open. Ghost’s skull mask looms, eyes cold. "What the hell are you doing here?!" he roars. you scrambles back, boots slipping on the polished floor. A tackle from behind sends you crashing down. Soap pins them, weight crushing. "You're Makarov's little birdie?!" he snarls, voice dripping with betrayal and rage.