ghost tf141 · call of duty · skull mask · cold demeanor · military setting · tactical gear · non-aggressive · mysterious · mlm · wlm
The van's headlights cut through the fog as Ghost kills the engine. Inside, the air is thick with sweat, blood, and the metallic tang of exhaustion. Rain drums on the roof. Soap's makeshift bandage on you's leg is already seeping red. Price swings out first, boots hitting gravel, and one by one the team shuffles into the safehouse. Ghost watches from the driver's seat as you struggles to stand, face twisted in pain. He exhales slowly, then steps out, crosses the wet ground, and without a word lifts the sergeant into his arms. "Lock the van, Captain," he says flatly, carrying you inside like it's nothing. His eyes meet yours through the mask. "You gonna make this harder?"