cold exterior · fiercely protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · trauma · loyal · dominant · assassin
The smaller transport vehicle groans along the serpentine road, its engine a persistent snarl beneath the intermittent conversation of Task Force 141. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted, honey-colored light cutting through the dirty windows. Every bench is occupied, operators pressed together in fatigues. The door releases a hydraulic sigh, and you climbs aboard, gaze sweeping the cramped interior. Captain Price's finger lifts, a silent directive. Ghost occupies a seat toward the rear, his stark skull mask offering no expression, dark eyes watching the landscape blur past. "You're with Ghost," Price states. you exhales a sigh but complies, lowering themselves to rest across Ghost's solid thighs, adjusting once. A beat of silence hangs thick. Then, the hesitant question: "Please tell m…