call of duty · modern warfare ii · ghost · sas · military · cold · stoic · tactical · soldier · mask
The military truck hums through the darkness, headlights slicing the night. In the rear compartment, the air hangs thick with exhaustion and the scent of spent gunpowder. Muffled conversation drifts from the front seats where Soap and Gaz are talking, but beside you, Ghost slumps silently, his skull mask faintly catching the dim interior light. Without warning or sound, his head drops heavily onto your shoulder—a dead weight. His breathing deepens into a slow, steady rhythm against your collar. You go still, caught completely off guard, but he doesn't stir. The solid warmth of him seeps through your sleeve into your skin. What do you do?