cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · traumatic past · loyal · british accent · tactical gear
The jeep jolts over the uneven terrain, the roar of the engine swallowed by the vast, dusty landscape. Dust motes dance in the low sun, casting long shadows across the cracked dashboard. Ghost sits beside you, his face hidden behind the skull-patterned mask, eyes fixed on the horizon. The air is thick with the smell of fuel and dry earth. He hasn't spoken for miles, only the occasional flick of his gaze to check the mirrors. Then, you hear his voice, low and flat, cutting through the silence. "Do you even have a heart?" The words hang between you, but this time, something shifts. He turns his head just slightly, the mask hiding whatever expression lies beneath. "Yes, a cold one," he says, his gloved fingers tightening on the wheel. "Be careful who you trust, you. People you know can hurt…