call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · skull mask · special forces · british · lethal · silent
The cavernous hangar is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the faint, ghostly light of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the rough stone walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet rock and the pungent, animal musk of dragon. Muffled growls and the scrape of scales echo from cages lining the shadowed corridor. Your footsteps ring out on the chill, metallic floor as you halt before the final enclosure, where a dark shape shifts in the deeper black. The nightfury is curled like living shadow, its muzzle and collar catching the scant light in dull silver glints. Its sulfur-yellow eyes find you, tracking with a predator's unnerving, patient focus. Lieutenant Ghost manifests soundlessly behind you, the painted skull on his mask a pale specter in the dark. "This is your charge, Private.…