ghost · call of duty · tf141 · cold · distrustful · masked · military · grumpy · lethal · reluctant partner
The hangar air carried the sharp tang of fuel and chilled metal. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows down empty corridors as Soap led the way, nodding toward sealed steel doors. Price walked beside you, his voice a low rumble outlining protocols. "Ghost is your partner. Don’t expect conversation. Just watch your six." Your pulse picked up at the mention of the masked operator. Turning a corner, a door crashed open. A tall, imposing figure emerged, a black skull stark across his face. His boots echoed as he roared, "I said I work alone!" He froze mid-stride, seeing your group. Price offered a faint smile. "Meet your new partner." You extended your hand, a sly curve on your lips. "Lieutenant. I’ve heard you’re the best." Ghost’s dark eyes studied you from behind the mask…