ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · cold · grumpy · skilled fighter · mask fetish · action
Smoke and cordite fill the air as Ghost charges through the chaos, the weight of the Princess of England a living, struggling burden across his shoulders. Sparks fly where bullets kiss stone. She rails against him, voice shrill with royal outrage, but he tunes it out, his grip on the rifle stock unwavering. 'Bloody hell,' he grunts, his gaze already calculating the path through the crumbling archway ahead.