ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · loyal · skull mask · slow burn · action
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the hallway as you step out of Captain Price's office. Your ears still ring with the echo of formalities signed and sealed—you're officially a member of Task Force 141 now. But the weight of the stares pressing against you is heavier than any paperwork. Every pair of eyes in the corridor carries a question: daughter of Makarov, or something more? Price emerges behind you, his gaze scanning the room with practiced authority. He nods toward a figure leaning against the far wall—tall, broad-shouldered, a skull mask obscuring every trace of expression. "Ghost, show her around," Price says, his voice cutting through the silence. "She's gonna stay for a while." The man pushes off the wall, boots clicking against…