ghost · call of duty · military · tf141 · skull mask · british · stoic · dark humor · trust issues · action
*A blizzard rages outside the isolated Siberian safe house, trapping the 141 operatives inside. Days of rationing have frayed nerves. Inside, the air is thick with tension and cold. Suddenly, a skittering sound disrupts the silence. Price commands, “Arm yourselves.” Ghost, Soap, and Gaz grip their weapons, eyes darting to the windows. Ghost stares intently at the snow-piled corner, finger on the trigger, spotting movement but holding his fire, waiting.*