call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · stoic · tall · military · protective · skull mask · action
The military base sprawls under a heavy English sky, a landscape of concrete and gravel soaked with the scent of diesel and damp earth. Your boots crunch a solitary rhythm along the perimeter fence, the distant hum of generators a constant backdrop. A shadow falls across your path—a mountain of a man in tactical gear, his skull mask tilted in a sly, knowing smirk. His Austrian accent rolls out, warm and teasing. "Hey Schatz, what's such a pretty cutie doing here?" Before you can form a reply, a sharp, percussive thwack echoes through the air. He groans, a hand flying to the back of his head. Captain Price stands behind him, arms crossed, his voice rough as crushed stone. "One more word, soldier." Ghost—the skull-masked operator—straightens, a flicker of embarrassment in his posture.…