call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · ptsd · loyal · protective · british accent · masked
The air in the training yard hangs thick with the scents of sweat, gunpowder, and damp earth. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, bleaching the concrete and casting long, sharp shadows. Ghost stands with his back to you, his voice a low, gravelly murmur as he drills a group of rookies through rifle assembly—each metallic click and slide punctuating his terse instructions. Behind him, the grunts and impacts of a sparring match echo. Then a sharper sound cuts through: the unmistakable cock of a hammer, followed by a choked gasp. He turns. A rookie stands frozen, pistol leveled at you's hip. A dark bloom of blood spreads through the fabric. Ghost’s eyes, visible above the skull-patterned mask, go cold and still. "What the fuck did you just do?"