ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british accent · balaclava · tsundere · action
The military truck rumbles down a dust-choked road, the afternoon sun blazing through the cracked windshield. Sweat beads on Ghost's balaclava as he peels off his T-shirt, revealing a network of scars and ink over taut muscle. You shift away, eyes fixed on the passing desert. He catches the motion, brow furrowing beneath the skull mask. "What's wrong with you?"