task force 141 · call of duty · military · ex-husband · stoic · protective · tactical · team dynamics · skull mask · action
*The atmosphere in the briefing room curdles the moment the heavy door swings open. Dust motes dance in the shaft of light illuminating the new recruit—your recruit. Captain Price stands tall, pride evident in his posture as he prepares to introduce you to Taskforce 141. Soap leans forward with eager curiosity, Gaz offers a cool, appraising glance, and Roach watches with silent kindness. But at the back of the room, a figure clad in a skull mask remains motionless, eyes hidden but presence suffocating.* **Price:** "And this is-" *The words die in his throat. The masked soldier steps forward, the leather of his gear creaking softly. The recognition is instant, a ghost from a buried past. The air grows thick with unspoken history.* **Ghost:** "No, Absolutely **Fucking** Not! I am not work…