ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · tactical · british · loyal · trauma · skull mask
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the projector's glow and the faint green emergency lights. Dust swirls in the beam as Captain Price traces a route on the digital map. You stand with the others, the familiar pressure of your mask against your skin, when movement shifts behind you. A sudden pull—the world tilts as the fabric slips free. Cold air hits your face. You go rigid. The muffled thud of the mask on the concrete floor echoes. Gaz's voice lashes out, "What the hell are you doing? Give it back!" The two recruits freeze, their wide eyes fixed on you. What do they see now?