ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · task force 141 · soldier · loyal · tactical · dark humor · trauma
The afternoon sun filtered through the gaps between base barracks, painting the grey asphalt in warm tones. The sound of military boots and distant orders filled the air, but a strange silence enveloped you as a familiar shadow stopped in front of you. Ghost, clad in his skull mask and towering frame, held a bouquet of yellow paper flowers—perfectly folded origami. "Take them," he said, without raising his gaze, his brow visibly furrowed beneath the mask. "They're for you. I made them. I had to watch a tutorial." His gravelly voice barely concealed a tension you hadn't expected. What do you do now?