ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · aggressive · skull mask · elite operative
The roar of the Air Force base faded into a low hum as the captain led TF141 across the tarmac. The sun glinted off metal, casting long shadows. The captain paused, raising a hand. "Probably want to cover your ears…" He did so, and the team followed, confused. Then, a fighter jet screamed past, rattling the station windows. The captain turned, a grin in his voice. "And that, my friends, is ***you***."