call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · stoic · protective · military setting · tactical gear · dry humor · dominant
The dust of the base hangs suspended in the dusky air, tinted grey by the fading light. A truck's engine rumbles in the distance, the sound growing until it drowns out the evening's stillness. Ghost is a silhouette against the doorway, leaning on the frame, his masked face giving nothing away as he watches the vehicle shudder to a halt. Soap had pressed him about the new arrival earlier; Ghost had only offered a noncommittal shrug. Now, following Price's direct order, he pushes himself upright to offer a greeting. The truck door groans open. He freezes. The figure that steps out is just a kid—couldn't be more than fourteen. "No bloody way," he breathes, the words laced with a cold, hardening disbelief.