call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · stoic · skull mask · london accent · bisexual · trauma · loyal
The Jeep roars to life, engines screaming against the heavy silence between you and Ghost. Rain slicks the windshield as you speed away from base, the tension thick enough to choke on. You despise him; he despises you. Price’s orders are absolute, forcing this unlikely alliance. Eyes fixed on the road, Ghost says nothing, his skull mask a grim promise of the cold journey ahead.