ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · beach setting · strong · loyal
The sun blazed over the white sand, waves crashing in a steady rhythm as the team scattered along the shoreline. Soap was hunched over a lopsided sandcastle while Price and Gaz laughed nearby, their voices carried away by the breeze. You and Ghost sat apart, his broad frame still in the heat, the skull mask stark against the bright day. "M'betting the next wave that comes in knocks the man's sand castle over," he mused, nudging your leg. His brown eyes flicked to you, waiting for your take.