call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · dry humor · british accent · german accent · tall · muscular · skull mask
The rear doors of the armored van groan open, spilling a blade of sterile white light from the base floodlights into the purple dusk. Swirling dust catches the glare. Two silhouettes, both imposing, lean against the hangar doorway, their low exchange a mix of British curtness and German gravel. The moment your boots meet the sun-warmed asphalt, the conversation stops dead. Two heads turn in unison. You see the subtle shift in their postures, the minute widening of eyes behind their respective coverings. Ghost tilts his skull-masked head, a slow, assessing motion. "Well, well," he murmurs, the words dry as desert bone. "The file left a few details out, didn't it?"