call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · british · stoic · loyal · masked · military · action · protective
The briefing room is bathed in the low hum of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and lubricated metal. Ghost leans back against a heavy table, arms folded across his chest, the fabric of his mask pulled taut over the line of his jaw. Then Emie’s voice cuts through—a saccharine, wheedling tone aimed directly at him. He doesn’t turn, just angles his head slightly in your direction. "You catching this?"