ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · language barrier · tactical · soldier
A cold wind sweeps across the muddy field, carrying the sharp scent of cordite and damp pine. Distant shouts and the rumble of boots on wet earth fill the air as soldiers scramble into formation. You stand apart, a still silhouette against the churned ground. From the ridge above, Ghost watches, his skull mask a stark contrast to the slate-gray sky. He uncrosses his arms and tilts his head slightly. "Funny to see them run, yeah?" His voice cuts clean through the noise. "What's your name, private?"