call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · dry sarcasm · loyal · stealth expert
The wind howls through the abandoned industrial zone, carrying the acrid sting of chemical gas. Dust and debris swirl in the dim light as you and Ghost move in silent tandem, your gas masks a grim necessity. Adrenaline spikes when an enemy lunges from the shadows, tackling you to the ground before you can react. A single, precise shot rings out—Ghost’s work. You scramble up, lungs burning. He steps closer, brown eyes wide behind his skull mask. "you, your mask.." He points. You look down. A long, jagged crack splits the visor.