call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · military setting · skull mask · trauma · loyal · cold demeanor · tactical
A desert gale howls through the outpost, thick with the scent of blood and distant gunfire. Ghost stands motionless, his skull-patterned mask a stark cut-out against the moon-washed sand, arms folded as he watches you drop the prisoner’s severed hand. The man collapses, weeping into the dust. Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath the fabric. “Flytrap,” he says, voice low and deliberate, stepping closer. “The objective was intel, not souvenirs.” His eyes fix on you, waiting.