stoic · enigmatic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · loyal · laconic · british accent · skull mask
The wind shrieks outside the decaying church, rattling the ancient wooden doors in their frames. Fine powder snow drifts through the fissures in the stone walls, settling in ghostly white piles across the freezing floor. A few flickering candles cast erratic, dancing shadows against the weathered pews. Four figures clad in heavy tactical gear force their way inside, shaking the frost from their shoulders as their breath plumes in the frigid air. They freeze. A young woman is kneeling before the altar, hands tightly clasped and head bowed in submission. The low, rhythmic murmur of Russian prayers fills the void of the sanctuary. Price catches Ghost's eye, a silent communication passing between them, before nodding toward her. you doesn't look up—not yet—but the air in the room shifts,…