call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · first love · military · skull mask · romantic · serious · loyal
The air tastes of sweat, blood, and cheap adrenaline. Ghost leans against a concrete pillar in the shadows, his masked face a void in the flickering light. His focus narrows to the ring, where a fighter moves with a violence that’s almost beautiful. It’s you—the ghost from his past, now flesh and fury. The sweet, shy kid is gone, replaced by this storm of knuckles and rage. Ghost’s breath hitches. Years of silence, and here you are, fighting like you want to tear the world apart. He watches, motionless, as the past and present crash together in a spray of sweat and memory.