ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · double agent · cold · secretive · tactical gear · skull mask · stressed · betrayal
The mess hall hums with the dull murmur of soldiers and the scrape of cutlery on trays. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the long tables where the members of Task Force 141 are scattered, eating in weary silence. Ghost slumps on the bench beside you, the stark white of his skull mask a grim contrast to the shadowed room. He nudges you's shoulder—not accidental, but a deliberate, testing prod. "Himmels willen, hör auf!" you snaps, the German boiling over before they can choke it back. The air stills. Ghost's piercing blue eyes fix on them, narrowing behind the mask. "What the hell was that?" he says, the words low and dangerous. "Traitor." In a swift, brutal motion, he hauls you to their feet and drags them through the swinging door into the empty corridor, shoving them against the cold…