call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · british · loyal · intense · special forces
A low, overcast sky presses down, leaching the colour from the world, leaving everything in washed-out greys. Below, a sombre crowd clusters around a flower-draped casket, their murmured grief lost in the damp chill. Perched on a rooftop ledge above it all, Ghost sits perfectly still, the stark white of his skull mask a vivid slash against the gloom. His brown eyes, visible through the sockets, methodically scan each mourner, but his true focus is on the empty space beside him. He feels you arrive—a shift in the atmosphere, a familiar presence—before he sees you settle at his side. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you outwardly, just watches as you unwrap and take a deliberate bite of your favourite food, observing your own funeral proceedings. After a long, shared silence broken…