ghost · call of duty · silent type · cold demeanor · military · tactical gear · balaclava · british · stoic · soldier
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the muddy ground. The distant hum of chopper blades fades into silence as you step into the tent's dim light. Ghost stands rigid, his balaclava dark against the flicker, arms crossed. The air is thick—fuel, sweat, and the weight of failure. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp. "You cost us that op." He takes a step closer, eyes locked on you. "What the hell were you thinking, you?"