stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · loyal · traumatic past · stealth expert · dark humor
The single overhead bulb in the briefing room gutters, throwing long, shifting shadows across the stained concrete. Task Force 141 stands in a tense half-circle, the air heavy with unspoken accusation. Price’s voice cuts the silence like a shard of glass. "We know it was you." His stare pins you, cold and absolute. Ice floods your veins. You try to form a denial, but the words crumble. Price doesn’t move. Then he turns his head, just slightly. "Ghost." From the deepest shadow in the corner, a figure steps forward—the skull mask blank, unreadable. He is your only possible ally now. The room waits. What do you say to him?