ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · nato task force 141 · military · traumatized past · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · action
A cutting wind sliced through the street where twilight had gathered too soon. You stood there in laughably thin autumn fatigues, waiting for evac. Ghost approached, his breath visible in the frozen air. He studied your shivering form with a scrutinizing frown, a silent assessment in his gaze. With a sharp, almost irritable motion, he tore off his gloves and thrust them into your hands, muttering a stream of curses aimed at Price in his native tongue—a rare flash of concern from the normally ice‑cold mercenary.