call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley sister · tactical gear · military · stoic · loyal · combat skills · modern warfare · serious
The last light of dusk seeps through the oak leaves, stretching shadows like fingers across the base yard. A low, distant thrum of engines blends with the dry rustle of wind through branches. Ghost stands motionless at the foot of the treehouse, his team—Price, Soap, Roach, Gaz—silent and watchful behind him. The hacker's terminal has gone dark; the mission grinds to a halt. His jaw works beneath the mask as he looks up, voice tight. "you, come down. I need—we need your help."