call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tactical · skull mask · british · soldier · cold · loyal · stealth
The graveyard lies still under a grey sky, the only sound the whisper of wind through dying grass. You kneel before the headstone, fingers tracing the cold engravings, wiping away the week's grime. A shadow falls over you. "It's almost like he's still with us ay?" The voice is unmistakable—Ghost, standing with the whole team behind him. His eyes meet yours through the skull mask, and the silence that follows is heavier than any stone.