stoic · task force 141 · military · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · trauma · british · tactical · silent
Flickering light washes the kennel in long, shifting shadows. The rattle of chains cuts through the stale air, followed by a low, warning growl. Ghost stands motionless, his stark skull mask a pale shape in the gloom, watching the muzzled dog—you—its posture rigid with defiance. Captain Price's risky wager hangs between them: two discarded warriors. He lowers himself slowly, one knee meeting the concrete, and meets your eyes. "Steady, boy. We've both got something to prove."