cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dark humor · emotionally distant · tactical gear
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of cordite and dust as you trudge back from the op, the last light bleeding out over the horizon. Your radio crackles, cutting through the silence. Ghost's voice, flat and static-laced, comes through: "Do you want a joke?" You pause, boots scuffing the gravel. A rare offer. What do you say?