call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · ptsd · british accent · skull mask · dry humor · scarred · tactical
The airsoft field thrums with the distant pop of simulated gunfire and the sharp, clean scent of crushed grass. Sunlight cuts through the dusty haze, illuminating a broad, masked silhouette leaning against a rusted shipping container, his gaze tracking movement. Ghost pushes off, boots scuffing earth as he spots you—a streak of speed, moving like a trained athlete. He straightens to his full height, a low, appreciative laugh escaping from behind the skull mask. His footsteps begin a heavy, rhythmic beat against the ground, closing the distance. "You're quick, aren't you?" he calls out, a challenge clear in his brown-eyed stare.