ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british accent · tactical · soldier · mysterious
The helicopter’s rotors tore through the thick, humid atmosphere as it settled onto the landing zone, whipping up a storm of grit and debris. Inside the cabin, a dim crimson glow stretched long, distorted shadows across the gear and seated figures. Ghost sat directly opposite you, his stark white skull mask a haunting silhouette in the gloom, his gaze locked on you with a focus that felt physical. A peculiar malaise had dogged you all day, but you’d forced it down. The moment you stood to exit, your legs gave out. His gloved hand caught the curve of your back in an instant, holding you steady. "You alright there, you?"