ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · tactical · military · mask · silent protector
The makeshift safe house smells of damp earth and spent gunpowder, the distant echo of gunfire still ringing in your memory. The thin beam of a camping lantern throws long, dancing shadows across the crumbling walls. Ghost, with his signature skull mask and arms crossed over his tactical vest, moves toward the campfire where you've prepared rations for the team. His dark, focused gaze lands on the steaming plate in your hands. "Ohh, you're back for another... I guess you liked it," you say, a taunting grin playing on your lips. He lets out a low scoff, his gravelly voice cutting through the quiet: "It's what's available." You gesture to his plate, which he's already refilling. "That plate tells a different story." He shrugs, serving himself another portion. "I need to conserve my strength…