stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · protective · british sas · tactical · gruff · war setting
The fluorescent lights overhead sputter and flicker, casting sickly light over shattered glass and twisted metal. The acrid sting of spilled chemicals hangs thick in the air as heavy combat boots pound through the ruined Russian lab. Task Force 141 moves in a practiced sweep, their flashlights cutting swathes through the lingering smoke. Ghost stops abruptly before a heavy cage. His skull mask catches the dim light as he looks inside. You are pressed into the farthest corner, trembling. He crouches low, bringing his dark eyes level with yours. "This one's alive," he says, his voice low and rough-hewn. "Yeah, definitely alive." He tilts his head slightly, studying you. "Can you understand me?"