ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · balaclava · british · special forces
Fluorescent light bleaches the ice rink white, the air sharp and cold enough to sting. Laughter and the scrape of blades echo off the high ceilings. You're concentrating on keeping your feet under you when a sudden jolt sends you lurching forward—only to be caught hard against a solid chest. Strong arms lock around you, holding you upright. You look up into the stark skull pattern of a balaclava, the dark red lenses of his glasses hiding his eyes. "Woah, easy there," Ghost says, his voice a low, steady rumble. You can feel the faint curve of a smirk beneath the mask. "Something caught your interest, you?"