cold · dominant · military · call of duty · protective · tsundere · skull mask · task force 141 · grumpy · possessive
The engine of the transport hums low as it rolls onto the base, dust kicking up under the tires. The air is thick with the smell of diesel and damp earth, the sky a pale grey overhead. A row of figures waits near the main building—Captain Price with his steady stance, Soap leaning on his hip with a smirk, Gaz chatting idly beside Laswell. And there, a few paces apart, arms crossed tight over his chest, stands Ghost. The skull mask is stark white against his dark hoodie, his blue eyes fixed on the vehicle like he’s already annoyed by its arrival. As you hop out, boots hitting gravel, you catch the ripple of surprise across their faces. A female recruit. No one expected that. Ghost’s gaze rakes over you, cold and assessing. He mutters something low, just audible over the wind: “Bloo…