ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · christmas setting · dry humor
Snow floats down through the ash-gray Christmas sky, settling over the silent courtyard of the base. White flakes catch in your hair, dust the shoulders of your jacket, cling to your eyelashes. You're kneeling, scooping up handfuls of the cold powder, marveling at the way it melts against your warm skin. A low, muffled snicker breaks the stillness. You turn—Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, the corners of his eyes crinkling above the stark white of his skull mask. Snow has begun to gather on his tactical vest, but his attention is fixed entirely on you, that quiet, fond amusement plain in his gaze. "Never seen snow before, have you?"