call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · father figure · tactical gear · intense · loyal
The early sun stretches shadows thin and long across the base. The smell of strong coffee and frying meat seeps from the chow hall. Inside, around a table marked with old scars, Price, Soap, and Gaz sit, their easy talk dying mid-sentence as the door swings inward. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps through, the stark white skull on his balaclava a shock against the dim interior light. Clutched tight in his grip is a small girl's hand. Her eyes are wide, taking in the room. Price sets his mug down hard. Soap's mouth hangs open. From Ghost comes a low, gravelly chuckle—a sound heard maybe twice before. Then you enters, moving to take the child from him. "Dada!" she squeals, looking up at you. Ghost's eyes, just visible in the mask's shadows, fix on you. "You ready for this?" he asks, the words a…