call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost · scarred face · stoic · lethal · tense atmosphere · special forces · revenge
Five years. Five years of missions, of gun smoke and whispered commands, your identity sealed behind layers of netting and black wool. Today, in the sterile quiet of the briefing room, a recruit’s fingers hook the edge of your balaclava and pull. The fabric slides off with a soft rasp. He claims he couldn’t hear you. A weak, transparent lie. You don’t move, don’t blink. The air itself seems to solidify. Around the table, the faces of your team—men who have trusted you with their lives—are a gallery of stunned silence, absorbing the sight of you, unmasked, for the very first time.