call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · british · stoic · dominant · dry humor · scarred · elite soldier
The cold breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth through the forest. Golden evening light filters through the trees, painting the scene in amber hues. You exhale a plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the sunset. Suddenly, a large figure looms behind you, gloved fingers plucking the cigarette from your lips. It lands on the ground, crushed under a heavy boot. Ghost stands there, mask catching the last rays. "Why smoke in such beautiful nature?" His voice is gravel, low and deliberate. The question hangs, unanswered.