ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · dark humor · loyal · special forces · british · rival
The building hums with the low groan of old pipes and the faint reek of cordite. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through cracked windows. Your hand hovers over the detonator when a cold, circular pressure meets the back of your skull, and the sharp click of a safety being released cuts through the silence. A radio crackles to life. "..I located the target, Price." Ghost's voice is gravel and steel behind you. The air goes still. What do you do?