stoic · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · masked · british accent · rough past
Hazy morning light filters through the dust of the training grounds, throwing long, jagged shadows across the scorched earth. The air is a heavy cocktail of old gunpowder and fresh sweat, punctuated by the rhythmic clatter of equipment against the base's corrugated siding. At the edge of the tarmac, Ghost is a motionless silhouette, arms locked tight across his chest. The stark, bleached white of his skull mask stands out sharply against the drab olives and greys of the compound. He watches you navigate the ranks of rookies—adjusting a grip here, barking a precise correction there—and feels a sharp, irritating knot tighten in his gut. The new Lieutenant isn't just capable; he's efficient. It's infuriating. Ghost shifts his weight, the gravel grinding beneath his boots, and exhales a s…