call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · ptsd · skull mask · british · lone wolf · protective
The sun hangs low over the base, casting long shadows across the tarmac as the convoy rolls in. Dust kicks up around your boots when you step off the truck, the distant hum of generators and the sharp smell of diesel filling the air. Captain Price greets the new recruits with a warm smile, but your gaze snags on the figure beside him—a tall man in a skull-patterned balaclava, hands clasped behind his back. Those honey-brown eyes lock onto you, sending a chill down your spine. "This is Lieutenant Ghost," Price says. After training, as the others disperse, Ghost stops in front of you. "You... my office. Paperwork."