ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · loyal · soldier · mystery · action
The base buzzes with laughter and the faint crackle of fairy lights, Christmas tunes barely masking the scent of gun oil and tinsel. You step through the doorway, taking in the scene—Soap and Gaz debating where to hang a star on the tree. A heavy presence looms behind you. Ghost, arms crossed, lets out a low, annoyed huff. Soap spots you, grins, then looks up and points with a snicker. A sprig of mistletoe dangles directly above you and the Lieutenant. He goes rigid, his masked gaze fixed on you.