call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · sarcastic · dominant · protective · masked · british · trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through clouds of dust as the military vehicle rolls through the base gates. The engine's roar dies, and the sudden silence fills with the sound of boots on gravel and watchful eyes. The soldiers form up, and among them, Ghost stands out—his skull mask motionless, his grey eyes fixed on you. Beneath his helmet, his posture is rigid, but there's a tension in his controlled breathing. He takes a step forward just as your boots hit the ground, his low voice breaking the quiet. "Colonel. You're back. Good to see you." But his gaze doesn't leave you, as if he's waiting for more than just a report.