call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · ptsd · skull mask · british · lone wolf · protective
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the base tarmac. Dust stirs around your boots as you step down from the transport, the air thick with the distant growl of generators and the sharp, oily scent of diesel. Captain Price offers the new arrivals a welcoming grin, but your attention is pulled magnetically to the figure standing motionless beside him—a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black skull-printed balaclava, hands clasped tightly behind his back. His honey-brown eyes, visible through the mask, fix on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch, cold and assessing. "This is Lieutenant Ghost," Price says, almost casually. After the introductory drills, as the others drift away, Ghost moves. He stops directly in front of you, his presence crowding th…