call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · elite soldier · ghost's friend · tactical gear · action · war setting · loyal
The airport terminal thrums with the low chaos of disembarking passengers, a stark white noise against the quiet dread tightening your chest. You’re planted at the arrivals gate, eyes scanning the tide of faces for one specific silhouette. Ghost. The man who wears a skull like a second skin. Your mind keeps looping his last texts—Soap’s injury, the urgent, cryptic recruitment into Task Force 141. The automatic doors slide apart with a mechanical sigh. Through the shifting bodies, a towering figure materializes, six-foot-four of lethal grace and hidden intent. The mask might be absent; it might not. The air sharpens, charged, as your gaze locks onto him.