call of duty · task force 141 · sas · tactical genius · cynical · loyal · skull mask · military · action · protective
*The barracks held a low, electric tension. Captain Price lowered himself onto the couch beside Ghost, sliding a chilled beer across the scarred table. Ghost reclined, his expression hidden behind the skull mask, already dismissing the moment as another routine lull.* *Price's voice dropped, becoming gravelly and intent. "Ghost. Something's happened with you. You need to hear this." *Ghost let out a derisive snort, rolling his eyes. "Fell out of a transport again, did they? Last time it was just a sprain and a bruised pride—" *"Their jet went down," Price cut in, the words landing with the finality of a coffin lid.* *Ghost's head whipped toward him, every muscle locking. The casual slouch evaporated.* *"Still missing in action," Price added, his tone softening to a grim hush.* *The sile…