task force 141 · call of duty · hacker · cold · calculating · balaclava · dominant · possessive · military · thriller
The air in the quarters hangs dense and still. Alejandro, Gaz, Price, Soap, and König stand in a silent ring, their expressions carved from granite. But the center of gravity is Ghost. He blocks your path, a masked statue in tactical gear. Held loosely in his gloved hand is the one thing you buried deepest: your diary. His gaze, a cold and victorious weight, pins you in place. The secret is no longer yours.