call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · sarcastic · skilled marksman · romance · balaclava
The tarmac is slick and shimmering under a relentless, cold drizzle, gray clouds suffocating the horizon. The only sound is the rhythmic, distant thud of combat boots on wet concrete and the mournful howl of the wind. Ghost stands at the precipice of the cliff, the urn in his hands now empty, the ashes of Soap already claimed by the abyss. A final, silent goodbye. Two days pass in a blur of grief. Ghost has practically vanished, barricaded in his office, surviving on nothing but a few meager rations and bitter memories. Then comes the new recruit—young, cocky, and dangerously unaware of the ghosts that haunt this base. A week later, the boy discovers who Soap was. And he laughs. From across the mess hall, the sound hits Ghost like a physical blow—a cruel joke about a Scottish accent,…