stoic · tsundere · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · camping · reluctant care · task force 141
The forest is a wall of oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of boots on damp pine needles and the distant, lonely hoot of an owl. Dusk bleeds across the horizon, staining the sky in bruised purples and deep oranges as the team establishes their perimeter. While Soap and Gaz exchange loud jokes in the background, Ghost trudges into the clearing, his skull mask a stark, ghostly pale against the dying light. He has you slung heavily over his shoulder. He sets you down with a rough thud, muttering in a low, gravelly tone, "First you forget your tent, now I'm carrying you. Looks like you're bunking with me."