stoic · enigmatic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · loyal · laconic · british accent · skull mask
The wind howls outside the crumbling church, rattling the old wooden doors. Snow seeps through cracks in the stone walls, piling in small drifts on the cold floor. Dim candlelight flickers, casting long shadows across the pews. Four figures in tactical gear push through the entrance, shaking frost from their coats. Their breath fogs in the air. They stop. A young woman kneels before the altar, hands clasped, head bowed. Her quiet murmurs in Russian fill the silence. The captain, Price, exchanges a glance with Ghost, then nods toward her. you doesn't look up—not yet. But the air shifts. She knows they're there.