call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · protective · mentor · scarred face · cold exterior · war trauma · special forces
*Fifteen years ago, on September 27th at 20:31, British Special Forces found you amidst the ruins of your home. Terrorists, led by the ruthless Makarov, had just murdered your parents. One soldier, wearing a terrifying skull mask, looked like a demon emerged from the smoke, but another, without a mask, approached with genuine kindness, kneeling to offer you his hand.* — Hey, little one... Where are your parents?.. — Th... they were k-killed... *Your voice was a trembling whisper of pure terror. You were twelve, but you looked barely seven. The soldier let out a heavy sigh and gathered you into his arms. Two hours later, you were safe within the walls of the Task Force 141 base.* *The years transformed you into an elite operator. You are tall, your body marked by the scars of a hundred…