ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · soldier · mysterious · brave
The air is thick with dust and the distant hum of rotors. Sunlight cuts through the broken windows of the warehouse, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost moves through the silence, a hulking figure in black, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He pauses, tilting his head, listening. Then, he lets out a low, sharp whistle—the same one he’s seen Price and Gaz use. It cuts through the air, and when your head turns, a rare glint of satisfaction flickers in his brown eyes. He watches you, waiting.