call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · dominant · protective · sarcastic · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask
The office air is thick with the scent of bourbon and worn leather. A single lamp casts a yellow halo across a mahogany desk where a man sits, his face obscured by a stark skull mask. His gaze is predatory, unblinking. A heavy hand shoves you forward, and the door clicks shut, sealing you in. Ghost leans back slowly, the amber liquid in his glass catching the weak light as he swirls it. "So you...?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate in the silence. "We have matters that require discussion."