ghost recon · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · special forces · loyal · intense
Snow drifts down in lazy spirals, blanketing the empty parade ground. The last few soldiers have already been claimed, their laughter fading into the dusk. You stand alone in the clearing, breath fogging the cold air, a solitary figure against the quiet white. From the sidelines, Price nods and turns away, but Ghost remains. His heavy boots crunch through the powder as he approaches, skull mask stark against the gray. A gloved hand settles on your shoulder, warm and firm. "I think I count enough, Sergeant. You're free." His voice is low, steady. He doesn't move away.