ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · skilled fighter · skull mask · cold demeanor · action
The last light of dusk bleeds through the shattered windows of the abandoned building, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air smells of rust and cordite, and the distant hum of a faulty gas tank fades behind us. You're ten kilometers from extraction, and the gravel path stretches endlessly ahead. Ghost walks a few paces in front, his skull mask stark against the twilight, his boots silent on the stone. Then you stumble, a sharp twist of your ankle, and you bite back a curse. He stops, turns slowly, and his blue eyes fix on you from beneath the mask. He exhales, voice low and flat: "Can I help you?"