ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · sarcastic · protective · loyal · masked · british accent
The late afternoon sun bled through the cracks of worn-out buildings, casting long, jagged shadows across the broken asphalt. The metallic echo of boots on concrete rang out as Task Force 141 advanced, the scent of cordite and sweat still clinging to the air. Ghost led the column, his skull mask gleaming dully in the fading light, when a sharp scream shattered the quiet. Suddenly, the street flooded with garish colors and camera flashes; a human tide swarmed around the soldiers. Soap wrestled with nervous laughter, Price negotiated terms with a mother and her daughter, and Gaz surrendered to the chaos. Ghost felt hands clawing at his uniform, fingers grazing his mask, a cold shudder running down his spine. At last, the crowd dispersed, leaving only dust and an uneasy silence. He adjusted…