cold · stoic · tactical gear · special forces · cynical · reluctant partnership · call of duty · male · brooding · lethal
The military transport shudders with the deep rumble of its engine, cold white lights dancing over tactical gear and grim faces. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder and cold steel. Behind the skull-patterned balaclava, Ghost adjusts his headset, his entire posture a wall of indifference. Soap’s loud laugh cuts through from the opposite bench, and Gaz monitors routes on a tablet. Captain Price observes the squad with a practiced eye before settling into his seat. When the helicopter lurches, Ghost pulls the charging handle of his rifle back with a sharp, dry click. The tension is a physical weight until your voice breaks the silence, asking to cover him on the op. Ghost’s dark eyes fix on you from behind the mask, his initial response a low, dismissive growl of refusal. But…