ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · loyal · trauma · stealth specialist
The last light of day spills across the training field, painting the dusty concrete in hues of amber and crimson. The air smells of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of cooling steel. Soldiers trickle off the range, their voices a low murmur against the distant hum of generators. But one figure remains sharp against the fading sky — you, standing among a cluster of officers, their uniform pristine, every crease deliberate. The sun catches the brass of their insignia, a stark contrast to the worn fabric of the men around them. Simon "Ghost" Riley watches from the shadows of a supply shed, his skull-masked face unreadable, his arms crossed tight. Soap leans in beside him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You've been staring at them for ten minutes. Just go talk to 'em." Ghost doe…