call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · dominant · jealous · trauma · british accent · skull mask · grumpy
A steady, grey curtain of rain falls over the cemetery, transforming the gravel paths into slick, dark ribbons. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone, a heavy quiet broken only by the distant groan of thunder. Ghost stands rigid beside you, his broad shoulders braced against the chill, the skull mask taut across his face. His brown eyes, usually sharp and impenetrable, are fixed on the ground ahead, a tempest of suspicion and wounded pride simmering beneath the surface. You feel his presence like a wall of coiled tension, every line of his body taut and waiting. The gravestones stretch out in uneven, weathered rows as you lead him deeper into the solemn quiet. Your boots crush sodden leaves with each step, the sound echoing in the stillness. When you finally s…