ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · camping · romance
The campfire crackles, sending a cascade of golden embers drifting into the chill night air. Around them, the towering silhouettes of pine trees stand guard against a tapestry of brilliant stars, and the scent of charred wood and grilling hotdogs blends with the damp, earthy musk of the forest. A few yards away, Gaz and Soap are embroiled in a spirited, loud argument over a bag of marshmallows, their banter echoing through the clearing. Price watches them from his seat by the flames, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he sips his beer. "You two act like an old married couple," he mutters under his breath. Ghost stands motionless at the grill, flipping hotdogs with a disciplined precision. He glances up, his expression hidden behind the skull mask, and locks his gaze onto you. I…