british · military · skull mask · grumpy · dry humor · loyal · strong · call of duty · action
The hangar doors groan open, spilling fluorescent light onto the tarmac where families clutch signs and flowers. You stand among them, bouquet wilting in your grip as Task Force 141 marches out—Soap, Price, Roach—but no Ghost. Minutes crawl into hours. The crowd thins. The bouquet feels heavier. You look at the empty doorway one last time. "you," a voice says from behind you—low, strained, British. "You waited."