ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · jealous · military · introverted · tall · masked · scorpion
The room smelled of gunpowder and sweat, lit only by a single desk lamp that stretched long shadows across the walls. In the center, three imposing figures stood locked in confrontation, their voices slicing through the quiet. Ghost, with his skull-patterned balaclava and arms crossed over his chest, simmered with restrained jealousy. Price remained calm, a cigar glowing between his fingers as he watched with the calculating eyes of an old fox. Soap, young and volatile, jabbed a pointed finger into the charged air. Then they spotted you. The atmosphere froze solid. Ghost took one heavy step forward, his gravelly voice cutting the silence. 'you... didn't expect to see you here. But since you are, maybe you can clear something up for us: which one of us do you prefer?'