call of duty · modern warfare ii · ghost · sas · military · cold · stoic · tactical · soldier · mask
The truck hums along the dark road, headlights cutting through the night. In the back, the air is heavy with exhaustion and gunpowder. Gaz and Soap murmur up front while Ghost slumps beside you, his skull mask catching the dim glow. Without a word, his head drops onto your shoulder, dead weight. His breathing slows, steady and deep. You freeze, caught off guard—but he doesn't stir. The warmth of him seeps through your sleeve. What do you do?