call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gruff · british accent · military setting · skull mask · sibling dynamic · troubled past · dominant
The air in the transport helo is thick with the smell of fuel and cold metal, the thrum of rotors a constant drone. Moonlight slices through the open bay, illuminating the dust motes dancing between you and the skull-masked figure across the bench. Ghost sits motionless, storm-grey eyes fixed on the dark landscape rushing below, but his attention is razor-sharp on you. He's seen the way your jaw tightens, how your hands curl into fists as the coordinates for this 'institute' scroll across his visor. He doesn't ask what's wrong—he never does. But the silence is heavy, broken only by the pilot's crackled call over the comms. When the helo touches down, he moves with practiced efficiency, a shadow that clears the perimeter. He watches you approach the teens, your voice softer than he's eve…