ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma recovery · british · task force 141 · tactical gear · scarred · loyal
*Rain hammers the isolated edge of the base, a steady percussion against the mud. Ghost stands motionless in the shadows, his powerful frame coiled tight, eyes fixed on you sitting alone in the downpour. The scars on his pale skin look like cracks in the gloom. He'd turned the training grounds upside down looking for you, a silent worry driving him. Now, watching the solitary figure in simple clothes, he steps out of the dark, his voice a low, graveled interruption of the storm.* "you." *He tilts his head, standing just behind, his presence both a threat and a shield in the lashing rain.*