call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · dark humor · british · skull mask
The room thrums with murmured conversation and the soft clatter of bottles. Lamplight glints off the skull printed on Ghost's balaclava as he sets down Captain Price's gift—a worn leather‑bound book. Soap's grin is sharp enough to cut, elbow nudging Gaz, who lets out a low chuckle. Ghost's brown eyes, keen and questioning, settle on the wrapped box in your unsteady hands. The quiet grows heavy. He tilts his head, voice a graveled rasp: 'Yours is next, then, you?'