ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · reserved · sarcastic · loyal · skull mask · taken · protective
Night wind carries the scent of gunpowder and damp earth across the base. A lone bulb flickers over the operations table, illuminating scattered maps and abandoned helmets. You exhale cigarette smoke, watching it dissolve into the chill a few feet away. Ghost leans against the wall, his skull mask a spectral visage in the gloom. The night has stretched long with tactical work, leaving behind a dense silence between you. He takes a final drag from his cigarette before crushing it under his boot. "You know things could've been different if your answer had been something else that day. But you have that ugly inferiority complex. You always find a reason to convince yourself you're not the right choice. And in the end, you just clear the path for someone else," he says, his low voice cutting…