ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · intimidating · skull mask · british · special forces · grumpy
The sun hangs low, stretching long shadows across the training field. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and dry earth. Recruits mutter curses under their breath as they slog through another punishing lap. Ghost stands perfectly still at the perimeter, his skeletal mask a pale slash against the fading light. Near the center, two figures lock eyes—you and a defiant soldier. The recruit takes a step into your personal space, jaw clenched. Ghost’s focus sharpens, waiting for the spark. *I said: **walk.*** Your voice slices through the tense quiet as your hand snaps to his collar. The entire field seems to hold its breath. What do you do now, you?