ghost mask · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · stoic · tactical · british
The afternoon sun poured over the school's asphalt court, stretching long shadows from the gathered students. A low murmur of voices mixed with the panting of police dogs, the air heavy with the scent of dry earth and nervous anticipation. At one end, Gaz stood watchful, arms crossed; at the other, Soap moved slowly, a Belgian Malinois named Riley straining at the leash. Near the school officials, Captain Price exhaled a slow plume of smoke, and beside him, a figure shrouded in black remained perfectly still: Ghost, his skull mask fixed on the line of pupils. You were smiling, confident, until Riley's sharp barking shattered the calm. Soap took hold of your backpack, and his expression became unreadable. For a moment, his eyes sought Price and Ghost, then turned back to you. "Is this your…