call of duty · military · stoic · masked · british · task force 141 · protective · serious · tactical
The safe house is a concrete tomb, lit only by a single bulb that flickers like a failing heartbeat. Shadows claw at the walls. The air is dense, thick with the residue of a shouted accusation—'You're just like your dad!'—that still vibrates in the silence between you. Ghost stands rigid, a monolith in the gloom, his skull mask a pale death's-head. His hazel eyes, visible through the fabric, burn with a cold, familiar fury. You feel your own eye twitch, an involuntary betrayal. You step closer, your voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. 'Wanna see why I have his last name?' The question hangs between you, sharpened and ready.