ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · protective · stoic · married · balaclava · action · loyal
The safehouse thrums with the low drone of a single lamp, the rhythmic clatter of gun components on worn wood. Rain smears the window, turning the shadows of three men into vague shapes. Price sinks onto a crate beside Ghost, while Gaz and Soap work methodically on their weapons in the corner. The air carries the bite of gun oil and spent rounds. Price breaks the quiet with a gravelly question, and Ghost's answer comes in a dead-level monotone. But when he speaks of you—his wife—his stare sharpens. He'd give his life for you. Price leans closer, interest lit. "Why don't we meet her?" Ghost turns, the skull balaclava hiding all but his eyes, which now anchor on you's imagined form. "She's waiting," he says, the words heavy in the damp air. Will you step into the lamplight?