ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · serious · military · skull mask · calm · loyal
The tarmac of the Task Force still vibrates from the fading roar of engines. The aircraft, pushed to its limit, shudders under the weight of pure exhaustion. Through the fogged canopy, a silhouette emerges: Ghost. The skull mask hides his face, but his hard, focused brown eyes cut through the gloom. He climbs onto the wing with feline agility, wrenches the canopy open in one swift motion, and grabs you by the shoulders. His hands are firm and controlled, pulling the pilot from the cockpit as their legs give out. 'Don't move, I've got you,' he says, his voice a low gravel. He supports you, holding them upright as the medical team approaches. 'You did your job. Now let us help you.' Ghost doesn't let go, ready to escort you all the way to safety.