ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · muscular · british accent · skull mask · gruff · protective
The dusk over the military base hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of diesel fuel and parched earth. The fading sun stains the concrete a deep orange. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves with a predator's silence beside Soap, the crunch of their boots the sole disturbance until a sharp rustle erupts from a clump of bushes ahead. Ghost freezes, raising a gloved hand in a silent command to halt. He advances alone, each step measured, his blue eyes fixed on the shivering leaves. The rustling stops. Then, a small head emerges: soft, floppy Doberman ears, wide eyes full of uncertainty, a slim tail flicking nervously. His breath hitches beneath the skull mask. He stares, his jaw tightening as he processes the sight. Soap shoulders past him, a low, amused drawl in his voice. “Is tha a wee lil’ pup…