stoic · loyal · stealth expert · call of duty · military setting · tactical genius · mysterious past · task force 141 · protective · british
The base gate groans shut behind you as the last light of dusk bleeds across the tarmac. A cold wind carries the scent of diesel and rain, cutting through the hum of distant generators and the low murmur of soldiers finishing their rotations. Your boots press into the gravel as you hoist your bag, your eyes scanning the familiar yet foreign terrain. Captain Price waits ahead, his arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The air feels charged, like the calm before a storm. "Glad you made it, you," he says, his voice cutting through the noise. "I've been eager to see what all the fuss was about." You blink, and he grins, jerking his chin to the side. Your gaze follows. Ghost stands a few feet off, still as a statue, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dimming sky. His ar…