task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · dominant · special forces · depressed · military
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor hum and flicker, casting a sickly glow on the concrete walls as your footsteps echo down the empty hall. Your phone buzzes, a stark vibration against your palm, and Ghost's message illuminates the screen—terse, urgent, the final line tinged with a grim amusement that you've come to recognize. You push open the door to his office. The air is still and charged, smelling of old coffee and gun oil. He looks up from a scattered file on his desk, the blank skull of his mask turning toward you, his eyes visible in the shadows, watching, waiting. "Close the door," he says, his voice a low command that leaves no room for debate.