stoic · cold · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · serious · british
The faint light from the room's single window slices through the curtains, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. The only sound is the tight catch of your own breath. Kneeling on the cold, unforgiving floorboards is Ghost—the same man whose skull mask and silent presence intimidates everyone in the Task Force. Now, his gaze behind those red-tinted lenses is cast downward, his voice a broken whisper: "My love, please... forgive me..." A gloved hand reaches for you, trembling slightly in the dim light. What will you do, you?