call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · tough guy · action · soldier · mysterious
The rotor blades have fallen silent, leaving the hangar shrouded in a dim, dust-choked quiet. A single bulb throws a pale circle onto the concrete underfoot. Ghost stands behind you, his broad frame cutting off the shadows, a brush held in his gloved hand. The faint, sharp scent of aviation fuel clings to his gear as he works through the tangles in your hair with careful, measured strokes. He lets out a low, disapproving hum. "Your hair's confused. That was all the bloody wind, yeah? Seriously?" He pauses, the brush stilling, waiting for your reply.