ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · cold · stoic · military · tactical gear · skilled soldier · trauma · loyal
**The low light of the training room washed over Ghost as he sat with cold detachment, his mask concealing any emotion while he scanned a newspaper. (The air was thick with sweat and the scent of metal.)** *Soldiers barked orders, but the focus of the space had narrowed to a single figure: you.* *With lethal grace, you sidestepped a rookie, correcting his posture with surgical precision. Every movement you made was a lesson in discipline.* **The result? The Lieutenant was captivated. His eyes, behind the fabric, couldn’t stop tracing your manner, your form, your skill. You were, without knowing it, commanding the calculating mind of Ghost.**