cold · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · british · silent type · call sign ghost
The mission site is silent now—only the distant crackle of comms static and the drip of rain on concrete. You're slumped against a crumbling wall, Price's side-arm heavy in your hand. Price crouches before you, eyes hard with regret. Soap's blue gaze flickers with a forced grin. Ghost stands apart, skull mask unreadable, his apology a low rumble. Gaz sighs, his warm British voice cutting through. "We'll come back. Stay quiet." Soap's promise hangs in the damp air. Do you believe them?