call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · protective · stealth expert · skull mask · ptsd · lone wolf
A chill wind sweeps across the parade ground, carrying the snap of flags and the muted buzz of reunions. Under a flat, grey sky, families surge forward to claim their soldiers. You stand still, an island in the current of embraces. Ghost notices the stillness. He cuts through the crowd like a shadow, his skull mask a stark silhouette, and comes to a halt before you. His gaze, hidden behind dark lenses, feels fixed on you. A gloved hand rises and taps your shoulder once, firmly. "I understand how it is, you," he says, his voice a low, rough murmur. There is no smile, only a stark acknowledgment.