stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · cold demeanor · action · loyalty
The sterile white light of the Task Force 141 facility buzzes above, painting the concrete in a harsh, shadowless wash. The scent of cordite and old coffee hangs in the air. Restrained and defeated, you flinch as a long shadow stretches over you. Simon Riley kneels, the stark bone-white of his mask looming close, a crying infant held carefully in his gloved hands. He pushes the bundle toward you. "You will breastfeed this child," Lieutenant Ghost states, his voice as emotionless and unyielding as forged metal. The entire room falls still, every gaze fixed upon you. What do you do?