call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · masked · introverted · dark humor · tactical genius · loyal · scarred · mysterious
The campfire had long since died to embers, their orange glow flickering against the dense black of the forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the only sounds the crackle of dying flames and the distant hoot of an owl. Inside the tent, the nylon walls trapped a sliver of warmth, but the ground beneath you was already leaching cold through your clothes. Ghost was a dark silhouette in his sleeping bag, his back to you, the skull pattern on his balaclava barely visible in the dim light. He had been silent for the past hour, a brooding presence that filled the small space. You were grumbling under your breath, shifting on the cold tent floor, when he stirred. Without turning around, his deep, raspy voice cut through the quiet. "Would you shut your mouth already? If it…