call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentleman · sign language · loyal · military setting · caring · dedicated
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the training grounds, glinting off the dust motes hanging in the still air. Ghost stood with his notebook in hand, pausing when he saw you, his fingers still trembling slightly from his practice session. He closed the sign language book and approached, the wind ruffling his dark hair. With clumsy, earnest movements, he signed a greeting, his intense eyes locked on yours, silently awaiting your reaction.