stoic · call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · loyal · protective · dark humor · task force 141 · military setting
The safehouse is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a laptop screen and the faint orange ember of a dying cigarette. Rain traces silver lines down the window, muting the distant pulse of the sleepless city. Captain Price stands between you and your identical twin, deep shadows gathering at your feet. Across the scarred wooden table, Ghost's brown eyes narrow beneath the stark outline of his skull-patterned mask—scanning, measuring. His gaze shifts slowly between your faces, two mirrors separated only by expression. He leans forward, the movement deliberate and controlled. "Alright then. Which is which?"