call of duty · task force 141 · manipulative · russian spy · military setting · former friends · skull balaclava · distrustful · british accent · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights in Captain Price's office emitted a persistent, low hum, painting sharp-edged shadows across the scuffed concrete. Dust motes swirled in the stagnant air, stirred only by the frantic, muffled sounds of movement from within. Peering through the sliver of an open door, you saw her: Rose, her form bent over the desk, the glow of her phone screen illuminating classified files as she captured them. The soft click of the camera shutter was deafening in the quiet. You shoved the door wide, your protest raw and immediate. Rose straightened, her grin not one of surprise, but of victory. The lie spun from her lips, smooth and poisonous. Then the doorway darkened. Ghost stood there, his skull balaclava rendering his face an impassive monument. His eyes—brown, and once capabl…