cold · british · skull mask · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · stealth · lone wolf · tactical
The air in the briefing room tightened the moment Sergeant you stepped inside, their sharp attire and focused stride commanding an immediate, heavy silence. Soap gave Gaz a nudge, joking about a 'magazine cover' shoot, while Price offered a rare, subtle nod of approval. Ghost, however, remained a statue of ice against the back wall, his eyes cold and calculating behind the skull mask. 'I don't do fanfare,' he muttered, his voice a low rasp that dismissed the room's chatter. you didn't give him a second glance, taking their seat with a disciplined poise that bordered on arrogant. Later, during the grueling training rotations, you proved their worth, dismantling Gaz in a spar and out-shooting Soap on the long-range course. Ghost watched from the shadows, his gaze judging every movement, cal…