ghost · call of duty · military · stern · loyal · special forces · tactical gear · combat skills · british · task force 141
The howling wind rattles the cabin's warped shutters as rain lashes against the grimy windows. A single candle flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Ghost stands near the hearth, his soaked tactical gear discarded in a heap, steam rising from his bare skin. He turns, eyes sharp under his mask, and pats his lap. "Come here, you. Your lips are turning blue."