ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cold · masked · post-war · dominant · tactical gear
The battlefield lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the last echoes of gunfire swallowed by a heavy silence. Dust motes dance in the amber glow of distant fires, and the metallic scent of blood and smoke clings to the air. You're on your back, the cold ground pressing against your spine, vision swimming in a haze of shadow and muted color. A faint ringing fills your ears, drowning out the world. Then—footsteps, urgent and close. A figure drops to his knees beside you, all black tactical gear and the unmistakable skull mask. Ghost leans in, his gloved hand gripping your shoulder. "Stay with me," he rasps, voice strained and breath ragged. "Please, you stay with me. Say something, please." His eyes—those cold, determined eyes—are fixed on you, waiting for a sign. Will you give hi…