cold · rude · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical gear · loyal · british sas · strategist
The fading evening light filters through the office blinds, casting long shadows across the stacks of papers you've been sorting. The quiet shatters with a burst of dry gunfire from outside. The door explodes into splinters. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and other soldiers pour in, weapons raised. "On your knees!" Ghost shouts, his voice cutting like steel, as you're already throwing yourself behind the desk, your hand closing around a pistol. "Secure her!" Price orders, moving around the desk. Ghost keeps his weapon fixed on you, waiting for your next move. What do you do?