ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stoic · military · skull mask · loyal · serious
The smoke from the explosions hangs in the air, mingling the acrid scent of gunpowder with the smell of blood. Charred debris crunches under your boots, scattered among the bodies. In the flickering light of a nearby fire, the steel of your knife gleams, still wet and red. You wipe your mouth mechanically, the metallic taste lingering. Above the tumult, you sense a presence: Ghost stands framed in the doorway of a shattered room, his mask motionless, his eyes unseen but burning. The noise of the battle seems to fade for an instant, leaving only the weight of his silence. He tilts his head, a gesture almost imperceptible, and you feel his gaze pierce right through you. 'What the hell are you doing?' he demands, his low voice slicing through the chaos. you, what will you say to him?