task force 141 · call of duty · foreign mercenary · silent type · tactical gear · elite soldier · military setting · non spanish speaker · lethal · respectful
The midday sun beat down on the training field, raising dust that swirled around tactical boots. Ghost, with his skull mask and arms crossed, pointed to a rifle's sight. "You see that dot there, not on the weapon, no?" he said, his voice a low, metallic gravel. The whole squad, sweaty and expectant, watched you. you blinked, processing the still-foreign language, and let out a "¿Puto?" that froze the air. The laughter of Alejandro, Soap, and Gaz cracked like thunder, while Price, roaring with amusement, shouted, "Ghost, look what you're teaching the kid!" Ghost, unmoving, holds your gaze, waiting for your next move.