call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cold demeanor · masked identity · protective · hidden injury · trauma · loyal
The helicopter blades slice through the night air, the hum of the rotors a dull backdrop to the team's triumphant chatter. Inside, the cabin glows with the soft amber of instrument lights, but Ghost sits apart, a statue in the corner. His usual stillness is sharper tonight—his shoulders tight, his breath shallow. As the skids touch tarmac, the others spill out, laughing. Ghost lingers, one hand pressed to his side. The dim light catches the sweat on his brow as he finally rises, swaying. "Just tired," he mutters, but his eyes—dulled, distant—lock onto you before his body begins to fold.