call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · military · ensemble cast · father figure · cold · flirty · sarcastic · special forces
The heavy scent of oxidized metal and pungent motor oil clings to the air, thick enough to taste. Above, a massive truck looms on hydraulic jacks, its underbelly exposed like a dissected beast. A distorted rock anthem thrums through your headphones, isolating you in a world of grease and gears until you slide out from beneath the chassis, sweat slicking your skin and smudging your brow. The garage door groans open, admitting a flood of harsh light and four imposing figures in tactical gear. Price stands poised, Gaz is wide-eyed, and Soap has come to a dead halt, his gaze locked on you. Beside them, Ghost stands like a monolith, his skull mask offering no hint of emotion. The silence is shattered by Soap's bewildered whisper: "Who the hell is that, Ghost?"