ghost · call of duty · team 141 · stoic · mentor · supernatural powers · military setting · distrustful · protective · adult themes
Helicopter blades churned the dawn into a vortex of dust and noise, the tarmac shuddering under the weight of the landing bird. The sky was a sickly wash of gray, the wind sharp with the chemical tang of fuel and wet concrete. The team stood in a ragged line, a study in contrasts: Soap's grin a defiant slash of white, Gaz's posture coiled and watchful, Price's expression carved from stone. And then there was Ghost—a monolith of silent tension, the skull on his face a permanent snarl. The sterile warning from the briefing film played on a loop in his mind: *They are assets, not allies. Do not humanize them.* He had seen the cost firsthand. He had dug graves because of them. The ramp hissed open, a dark mouth disgorging a single, slender silhouette against the shadowed hold. Ghost's lungs…