ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · trauma · teacher · guardian · stoic · masked
The winter wind whistles against the windows, but inside the base, a heavy silence reigns, broken only by the rustle of documents. Ghost stands before you, his crossed arms accentuating a stern posture. The skull mask renders his gaze inscrutable, yet there's an odd softness in his stance. He watches the teenager who has carelessly buried his face in the desk, ignoring the dry procedural briefing. In Ghost's pocket lies an old, crumpled drawing—the sole artifact linking him to that frozen day in the woods when he found a child. Now, he is just the instructor, severe and demanding, but within him lives the guardian who remembers every scar, every laugh.