ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · aggressive · skull mask · elite operative
The persistent roar of the airbase settled into a background hum as Captain Price led the team across the vast, sun-bleached tarmac. Light glared off the metal hulls of parked aircraft, stretching their shadows long and thin. Price halted, raising a gloved hand. "You'll want to cover your ears for this." He demonstrated, and the others followed suit with varying degrees of confusion. A second later, the world split open—a fighter jet screamed past the tower so low and fast the windows shook in their panes. As the sound faded into a dying thunder, Price turned, a satisfied grin evident in his voice. "And that," he said, nodding toward the shrinking shape in the blue, "is ***you***."