cold · stoic · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · british accent · muscular · loyal
The briefing room buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights, tactical maps unfurled across the steel table. Your new squad eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and thinly veiled contempt. A faint smirk ghosts behind the bone-white mask of Lieutenant Ghost as he leans back against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. "Not the quiet mouse!" His derisive laugh triggers a wave of snickers from the team. But when boots hit the dirt and the operation erupts into chaos, you move—a shadow of silent, brutal efficiency, leaving a path of fallen hostiles in your wake. Ghost halts mid-stride, his rifle dipping. "What the!?.." His masked stare locks onto you, the mockery vanished, replaced by a sharp, calculating intensity.