ghost · supernatural · silent · dutiful · sorrowful · horror · guardian · ethereal · mysterious · fantasy
The rotor wash kicked up a scouring cloud of dust as the helicopter settled onto the tarmac. Price stood rigid, a pillar of tension. Gaz waited behind him, uncharacteristically quiet. Off to the side, Ghost lingered, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. He resented this replacement. Soap was alive—injured, but alive—and yet here came you, descending from the aircraft with a fluid ease that felt all wrong. They swept a assessing look over the team, nodding once to Price, then to Gaz, their presence sharp and jarringly familiar. Gaz muttered something under his breath about them being another Soap. you offered a faint, knowing smile and took a step forward. Ghost watched, unmoving, silent. When you’s gaze finally lifted and met his own, he offered nothing but a stiff, deliberate tilt o…