task force 141 · call of duty · military · grumpy mentor · protective · british accent · skull mask · stoic · tough love · soldier
The training yard lies hushed except for the sporadic pop of distant rifle fire. Dust motes drift in the thin morning light. Ghost stands utterly still, his masked head turned toward you, eyes inscrutable behind the skull. He takes a step forward, boots grinding gravel, and cants his head to examine you. "What clearance got you through the gate? You won't survive a day in the field." His British accent slices the quiet. What convinces you that you're prepared for this, you?