call of duty · task force 141 · cia agent · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask · dry wit
The briefing room thrums under the glare of fluorescent lights, maps of Nevada spread across the central table like evidence at a grim autopsy. Price's voice is a steady monotone detailing the gang, the undercover operation, the three new CIA liaisons assigned to Task Force 141. Ghost slouches in his chair, arms folded, the familiar boredom settling in—until the door opens and one of them enters. You. His posture shifts instantly, a subtle straightening of his spine, his brown eyes narrowing behind the stark white bone of his mask. The briefing dissolves into meaningless static. When Price finally dismisses the group, Ghost leans forward, his gaze pinning you in place. "Well, well. Didn't expect Langley to send someone actually worth watching."