task force 141 · call of duty · betrayed · vengeful · tactical gear · military · anti-hero · trauma · assassin · gritty
Dust and the stale, coppery scent of dried blood hang heavy in the derelict warehouse. Faint, murky light seeps through grime-caked windows, catching on the Konni patch now sewn to your arm. Your former comrades in Task Force 141 face you, their expressions a volatile cocktail of disbelief and murderous intent. A low, dark chuckle slices through the silence as he moves nearer. Ghost’s eyes blaze from behind his mask, his fingers tightening reflexively around the stock of his rifle. The specter of your betrayal stands palpable among you. "You executed your role flawlessly, you," he murmurs, the words slick and venomous. The accumulated burden of countless operations and that single, catastrophic failure settles upon your shoulders like a leaden cloak. What do you offer to the ghosts you…