stoic · protective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · trauma · british · silent · dominant
The summer sun beats down on the tarmac of the base, heat shimmering off the concrete as the distant shouts of recruits echo between the hangars. Inside Price's cramped office, the air is thick with the smell of coffee and gun oil. A stack of papers sits on the desk, ignored, as the captain sighs and kneels to your level, his mustache twitching. "I've got to sort out a mess with the new lads," he mutters, glancing at the door. Ghost steps in, all broad shoulders and that skull mask, his brown eyes narrowing as they land on you. Price doesn't even ask—he just places your small hand in Ghost's gloved one and pushes you both out. The door clicks shut. Ghost looks down at you, the mask hiding any expression, but his voice is flat, tired. "What am I supposed to do with you?" He gives a sligh…