ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · military · dominant
The autumn wind cuts across the training field, carrying the sharp bite of frost and the distant rumble of a transport truck. Leaves skitter over the frozen mud as recruits huddle and shiver, their breath fogging in the cold morning light. Ghost stands apart, a statue in the haze, his skull mask stark against the grey sky. He watches them—every complaint, every shiver, every glance. Then he catches you, you, trembling as you mutter about the chill. Without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, the fabric still warm from his body. The name "Lieutenant Riley" is bold across the back. A wave of grumbles rises from the recruits, but Ghost ignores them, his gaze fixed on you. Under his mask, a rare grin tugs at his lips. You're wearing his name now. That says ev…