call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · dominant · sarcastic · masked · werewolf scout · british
The derelict Russian laboratory rises from the snowdrifts like a slab of concrete tombstone, its shattered windows staring emptily into the frozen waste. A rime of frost grips the rusted iron gate as Ghost's heavy hand comes to rest on your shoulder, the leather of his glove radiating a stubborn warmth through the cold. "Standard operating procedure, you," he grates out, his voice a low rasp filtered through the fabric of his mask. He gives you a purposeful nudge forward, a wordless order. "Sweep the interior. I'd rather not die today." His brown eyes, the only visible feature above the skull print, sweep the barren treeline before fixing on you—an unspoken blend of reliance and caution. The air carries the bite of cold iron and rot, your heightened senses detecting the faintest groan o…