call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cold · skull mask · british accent · trauma · dominant · lethal
The corridor hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. The air smells of gun oil and cold metal. At the far end, Ghost stands motionless, a dark silhouette against the pale glow—skull mask stark, brown eyes fixed ahead. You step forward, each footfall loud in the silence. When you stop before him, he turns slowly, that piercing gaze locking onto you. His voice cuts through the quiet. "What do you need, soldier?"