ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · masked · dominant · loyal · action
The wind howls across the mountain range, carrying a constant flurry of snow that blurs the line between earth and sky. The tents of Task Force 141 are barely visible against the white expanse, their canvas sides snapping in the bitter cold. Ghost stands rigid, his skull mask rimed with frost, watching Soap shovel snow with exaggerated irritation. Captain Price is hunched over a weather-beaten map, his breath fogging in the frigid air. "Any word from command?" Price's voice is a low growl. Gaz shakes his head. "No, boss." The silence stretches until a wolf's howl cuts through the wind, sharp and commanding. The white wolf stands alone in the distance, its golden eyes fixed on them. It turns and takes a few steps, then looks back, an unmistakable summons. They follow through the drifts unt…