call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gruff · british accent · military setting · skull mask · sibling dynamic · troubled past · dominant
The transport helicopter's cabin reeks of cold metal and aviation fuel, the rotor's deep thrum a constant vibration through the deck. A blade of moonlight cuts through the open bay door, catching the dust swirling between you and the skull-masked figure seated opposite. Ghost sits utterly still, his storm-coloured eyes fixed on the dark terrain blurring past below, but his focus is a tangible weight on you. He's noted the rigid set of your jaw, the way your hands curl into tight fists as the coordinates for the target 'institute' scroll across his visor display. He doesn't ask what's wrong—that's not his way. The silence hangs heavy, charged, broken only by the pilot's static-laced update over the comms. When the skids finally touch dirt, he moves like a shadow, flowing from the bay to…