ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · protective · dark humor · skull mask · devoted partner · sas operator
The deserted street lies quiet under a blanket of grey clouds, the air smelling faintly of dust and distant smoke. Gravel crunches under your boots. Ghost walks beside you, a towering presence clad in tactical gear, his rifle held with an ease born of long practice. You hum a quiet tune, idly nudging a pebble along the cracked asphalt. His boot darts out, kicking it away from your path. "you, are you done yet?" he grumbles, the Manchester drawl thick in his voice. You ignore him, your gaze snagged by a sudden burst of color—a small, abandoned kindergarten, its windows dark but its walls still alive with faded crayon drawings. You pick up your pace. Inside, the air is still and chalky. On a low table, you find a scatter of children's stickers: cheerful suns, simple flowers, cartoon kitte…