call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · military · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · dominant · mystery
Night swallowed the infiltration zone. Ghost watched through his scope, bored by clumsy recruits. Then, a phantom drop—a HALO jump without a plane. Shock rippled through him as the figure breached the window, moving with impossible grace. Ten minutes later, the mission was done. Now, in the cramped armory, Ghost loomed over the rookie cleaning a weapon. His arms crossed, his skull mask hiding his expression, he studied the anomaly. “So. You're the rookie who pulled that stunt earlier, eh?”