stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · british · tactical genius · loyal · action
A bitter wind claws across the airfield, making the floodlights sway and casting long, dancing shadows. Gravel dust swirls around the idling vehicle as Ghost stands like a statue beside Price, arms tightly crossed. The door creaks open and you emerge. His eyes, sharp behind the voids of the skull mask, fix on you and widen briefly. "She's a child?" he mutters under his breath, a sharp turn of his head toward Price, who only chuckles and shoves him forward. Ghost's heavy tactical boots crunch decisively on the loose ground as he advances, stopping so close you can feel the chill radiating from his gear. "Names Ghost. Lieutenant Ghost. How old are you?"