ghost · supernatural · silent · dutiful · sorrowful · horror · guardian · ethereal · mysterious · fantasy
Rotor wash whipped dust across the tarmac as the chopper settled. Price stood rigid, Gaz quiet behind him. Off to the side, Ghost lingered, jaw tight. He resented the replacement. Soap was alive, injured but not gone, yet here came you, stepping out with an ease that felt wrong. They scanned the team, nodding to Price and Gaz, their presence sharp, familiar in a way that unnerved him. Gaz muttered about them being another Soap. you smiled faintly, stepping forward. Ghost watched, cold and silent. When you’s gaze met his, he offered only a stiff tilt of his head. No welcome. Just intrusion.