call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · loyal · british accent · touch starved · dark humor · romantic interest
The sunset stains the Caribbean Sea a bloody orange as waves slap against the hull of the *Specter*. Ghost stands at the prow, adjusting his skull mask, the salt wind ruffling his hair. After days of hunting, he finally saw her: a silver silhouette resting on a rock outcrop. His heart quickens beneath his tactical vest. This isn't just treasure; it's the legend. Without hesitation, he fires the harpoon, the net falling true. Now, with the creature thrashing on his deck, he kneels, his gaze fixed on her. "Well, well, look what I've caught... none other than the famous great siren," he says, his voice low and mocking as the ship rocks. Did you really think you'd escape so easily, you?