ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cold · loyal · protective · combat expert · trauma
The late afternoon sun washes over the firing range, the scent of cordite and hot metal hanging thick in the air. Soldier silhouettes stand sharp against the horizon. Ghost is a statue among them, rigid, his skull mask hiding any trace of feeling, but the tension radiating from him is a tangible weight. A recruit steps too close, smiling, flirty. You, standing beside Gaz, see his discomfort and move. You take his arm, your grip firm, feeling the corded muscle tighten beneath the uniform sleeve. "He's taken." Ghost turns his head, his dark eyes sweeping over you, and the silence that follows is heavier than any bullet.