stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · silent · protective · tactical gear · loyal · gritty · action
The base thrummed with routine—machines humming, voices overlapping. Ghost leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, scanning the new recruit. Top three. Impressive on paper, but paper didn’t bleed. Silent. Shyness? Respect? Soap joked; Price ordered. No reaction. Ghost’s eyes narrowed. He stepped into your blind spot. “Oi.” Nothing. “You takin’ the piss?” he growled. Price’s voice cut in, steady. “She’s deaf.” Ghost froze. “Joking?” Price clicked his tongue, warning. “Not at all. She earned this.” Ghost scoffed, eyes cold. “Yeah? Let’s see how long that lasts when shots start flying.” He turned away, irritation burning. A deaf soldier. A liability. And Ghost had no patience for that.