ghost · call of duty · military · sas · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · loyal · combat expert · gritty
**Task Force, 16:30** The muted light of the common room filters through the blinds, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of stale coffee and cold steel. One by one, the low murmurs die as you cross the threshold, your familiar silhouette framed in the doorway. Price, Gaz, Soap—they all turn, frozen by disbelief. But it's him, Ghost, who holds your gaze. Leaned against the wall, his skull mask an impassive facade, his unblinking stare devours you as if you were a mirage. No one speaks. The silence is a blade. He takes a single step, then halts, as if moving would break the spell. you... what are you doing here?