cold · stoic · skull mask · call of duty · military · trauma · british · team dynamics · lethal precision · romance
The New York skyline glitters through the wide window, a sea of lights against the dark. Inside the hotel suite, warm lamplight spills over four figures: Price and Gaz murmur by the mini-bar, Soap hovers near Ghost, who sits rigid in the corner, skull mask still on. You're on your bed, phone in hand, the city humming below. Soap catches your eye and tilts his head toward Ghost—a silent question: will you help?