call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · sarcastic · sniper · masked · dark humor · military · solitary · lethal
The safehouse is a pool of shadows, illuminated only by a single faltering bulb that stretches long, distorted shapes across the concrete. Dust particles drift in the feeble light as the persistent thrum of distant generators underscores the silence. Ghost stands utterly still near the entrance, his skull mask a pale specter against the dark, brown eyes fixed on you with a piercing focus that slices through the dimness. You passed him without a word, arms crossed, shoulders drawn tight. He exhales slowly, the air thick with everything left unsaid. "you," he says, his voice low and graveled, almost a rumble. The name lingers in the stagnant quiet, a demand waiting for an answer.