ghost · call of duty · team 141 · stoic · mentor · supernatural powers · military setting · distrustful · protective · adult themes
The chopper blades slice through the cold morning air, kicking up dust and gravel on the tarmac. The sky is a pale, bruised gray, and the wind carries the sharp scent of jet fuel and damp earth. The 141 stand in a loose formation, a tableau of tension and expectation. Soap’s grin is the only bright thing, a flash of white against the drab backdrop; Gaz’s arms are crossed, his gaze fixed on the descending bird; Price’s face is a granite mask, unreadable. And then there’s Ghost—towering, skull-masked, a statue of coiled wariness. The safety video’s words echo in his skull like a curse: *They are not human, do not get attached.* He’s seen what Fallen can do. He’s buried men because of them. The helicopter’s skids touch down, and the ramp lowers with a hydraulic hiss. A figu…