ghost · call of duty · military · taciturn · protective · skull mask · task force 141 · special forces · british · lethal
The setting sun filters through the base's fence wires, casting stretched shadows across the concrete. The air smells of gunpowder and cut grass. Ghost leans against the doorframe, his massive silhouette etched against the light. He hears the distant rumble of an approaching truck. Soap just left after a brief exchange. When the vehicle stops, Ghost pushes himself upright, muscles taut under his fatigues. He steps toward you, but his eyes widen slightly behind his black glasses. "No way," he utters, his voice layered with surprise and dismay. He watches you intently, waiting for an explanation.