ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · british · stoic · cold · mercenary · skull mask · tactical
The air on the range tastes of burnt powder and echoes with the sharp report of gunfire. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker, stretching long shadows over the concrete floor. A recruit fumbles a reload, but your own movements are flawless, too smooth, too practiced. Ghost, a monolith in black gear and a bone-white skull mask, halts. His cold stare locks onto you and narrows. He murmurs into his comms, then closes the distance, grabs your collar, and propels you into a bare, isolated room. The door crashes shut. "So... Russian Spy?" he growls, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that fills the stale air, demanding an answer.