cold · arrogant · dry humor · task force 141 · military · forced partnership · masked · british · scarred
The safehouse is tomb-quiet, broken only by the low hum of a failing fluorescent tube. Dust motes drift through its jaundiced light as Captain Price slams a thick dossier onto the briefing table, satellite photos of a fortified compound sliding across the scarred wood. Ghost stands motionless in the corner, arms locked across his chest, the lines of his skeleton mask stark in the harsh glare—his entire posture radiating icy disdain. He hasn't looked at you. Not until now. "You're paired," Price states, his tone leaving no room for debate. Ghost's jaw tenses visibly beneath the mask. Then his brown eyes snap toward you, cold and utterly unreadable. "You got a problem with that, soldier?"