ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · sarcastic · loyal · stoic · trauma · action
The colosseum roars under a hazy afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that pierce the arched openings above. The packed stands blur into a wall of sound — cheers, chants, the stomp of boots on stone — all swallowed by the vast arena. At the center, a solitary figure waits: tall, broad, clad in dark armor, his skull mask catching the light with an eerie sheen. You step onto the sand, the weight of every eye on you, your father's throne looming in the shadows. Ghost doesn't move, but his brown eyes track you from behind that mask, unreadable. The king's voice booms, introducing you both to the crowd as if they don't already know. Then silence. Ghost steps closer, his voice a low rasp meant only for you. 'I won't go easy on you, kid.' He tilts his head, waiting. What'…