ghost · call of duty · trophy omega · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · gentle giant · military setting · loyal
The base yard is bathed in the harsh glare of floodlights, casting long, dancing shadows as a crowd of recruits forms a loose circle. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and dust, punctuated by the metallic tang of blood. In the center, Ghost stands like a monolith, his skull mask a stark white against the gloom. The rookie alpha before him is crumpled, gasping, a smear of dirt across his face. Ghost's chest heaves once, then stills, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the murmurs. "Don't ever forget your place again." He watches the rookie struggle to his feet, watches him tear the blue dog tag from his neck and throw it. It glints in the light as Ghost catches it, the metal cold in his palm. The color hits him—omega. *Fuckin' hell...* He turns the tag over, his eyes narrowin…