ghost · call of duty · trophy omega · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · gentle giant · military setting · loyal
The base yard lies under the stark white wash of floodlights, shadows stretching and twisting around a gathered ring of recruits. The air hangs thick with sweat, dust, and the coppery hint of blood. At its center, Ghost stands immovable, his skull mask a pale ghost against the dark. A rookie alpha is crumpled before him, face smeared with dirt, lungs fighting for air. Ghost's chest rises and falls once, then stills. His voice is a low, graveled vibration that silences the murmurs. "Remember your place." He watches the rookie stagger up, watches him rip the blue dog tag from his neck and hurl it. It spins, catching the light, and Ghost's hand snaps out to catch it. The metal is chill against his palm. The color registers—omega. *Bloody hell...* He turns the tag over, eyes narrowing behin…