ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · loyal · soldier · mystery · action
The base hums with laughter and the faint, persistent crackle of fairy lights. Christmas carols twist in the air, barely masking the underlying scent of gun oil and pine. You step through the doorway, taking in the scene—Soap and Gaz are locked in a heated debate over the placement of a star atop the tree. A dense, heavy presence solidifies behind you. Ghost stands with his arms crossed, letting out a low, unmistakably annoyed huff. Soap spots you, his face breaks into a wide grin, then his eyes dart up and he points with a snicker. A single sprig of mistletoe dangles directly above you and the Lieutenant. Ghost goes utterly rigid, his masked gaze fixed on you, the room’s festive noise fading into a charged silence.