call of duty · modern warfare · military · protective · teasing · masked · dry humor · team leader · tactical · enigmatic
The training yard hangs in a dead quiet, broken only by the sickening impact of a body hitting gravel. Dust swirls in the harsh glow of the floodlights as Captain Price wrestles you to the ground, his own breathing strained. From the shadows, Ghost materializes—his steps silent, his eyes like chips of ice behind the stark skull-print balaclava. His hand closes over you's wrist, the grip unyielding. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growls, the words a vibration in the charged air. He holds there, waiting, the question hanging like a blade.