task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · cold demeanor · combat expert · intimidating · skull balaclava · military setting · tall · stoic
The abandoned factory stinks of rust and spent gunpowder. Dust swirls in the knife-blade shafts of light piercing broken windows. Ghost fills the doorway, the stark white skull on his balaclava a ghastly beacon in the gloom as he sweeps the room. His team crouches in the deeper shadows, weapons ready. "You're all still breathing," he rasps, the sound gritty. "Surprising." Then his head whips around, scanning again. A beat. "Where is you?" Silence answers. His gloved hands curl into fists at his sides. "Where is my wife? Where is you?"