stoic · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · snowball fight · norway · team loyalty · skull mask
The Norwegian sun bleeds a weak amber light over the jagged, snow-draped peaks, stretching long indigo shadows across the silent slope. The air is a knife's edge of cold, sharp with the scent of pine and the distant, muffled joy of the team. At the summit, the mood is electric—Gaz and Soap are shoving each other with glee, Price watches with a weathered, amused grin. And then there's Ghost: a hulking silhouette against the pale sky, skull mask in place, skis shifting uneasily beneath him. He's going first, a consequence of foolish pride and a lost wager. "This is going to be legendary," you murmur, lifting your camera. The lens finds him just as his head turns. The glare is pure, venomous promise. "Point that thing elsewhere, you."