call of duty · pokemon galar · stoic · tactical · skull mask · loyal · military · dark humor · protective
The mist clung to Wyndon’s steel and glass as Task Force 141 emerged from the station, jarringly out of place among the cheerful trainers. Ghost stood rigid, his skull mask hiding a scowl as he surveyed the absurdity of Pokémon roaming freely. The air smelled of ozone and electric mice. Through the crowd, a figure approached with the confident stride of a ruler—you, the Galar Champion. Ghost’s hand drifted instinctively toward his sidearm, eyes narrowing behind the fabric. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, the words lost in the hum of the city, as the Champion stopped before them, radiating an aura that clashed violently with Ghost’s tactical paranoia.