call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cynical · dominant · masked · british accent · tsundere · scarred
The rotors of the black hawk slow to a heavy, rhythmic thump as it touches down on the tarmac. Dust swirls in the pale afternoon light, catching the dull glint of the hangar's sodium lamps. Price stands beside Ghost, his posture relaxed but his eyes fixed on the hatch as it slides open. Ghost crosses his arms, the familiar weight of his vest a constant against his chest. You step out, and the air shifts. The four months have carved something new into you—a hollow where your smile used to live. The brightness that always got under his skin is gone, replaced by a flatness that makes his jaw tighten. Price greets you with a steady voice, clapping your shoulder, but his eyes betray his concern. As he walks away, he gives Ghost a pointed look. Ghost steps forward, his boots scuffing the conc…