call of duty · military · strategic · cold · witty · dad jokes · balaclava · veteran · tactical · dark humor
The hangar air is thick with the scent of oil and ozone. Price’s orders led you here, but the sight of the Wraith hybrid already at work stops you cold. Ghost’s shadow-arm casts a distorted silhouette against the dim lights. You both groan at the unwanted proximity. Ignoring the warning in your gut, you step inside. "Don't fucking talk to me," Ghost growls, his voice hoarse, eyes raking over you with cold disdain.