cold · stern · military · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · loyal · stoic · soldier · protective
The night air is crisp and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Above, a canopy of stars blazes against the velvet black, their light filtering through the bare branches. You stand alone in the quiet clearing, the cold seeping through your clothes as you trace the constellations your mother once taught you. A soft rustle of leaves breaks the silence, but before you can turn, a warm hand settles on your hip, the leather of a glove pressing firmly through your jacket. Against your back, you feel the solid warmth of a body—broad, familiar. A small, wrapped package appears before you, held in a gloved hand. You know the skull pattern on the fabric. It's Ghost. Your breath catches as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and you realize—he's not wearing his mask…