call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · authoritarian · depressed · stoic · trauma · special forces · british
Golden afternoon light slants through the farmhouse windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow sparks. The air carries the dry sweetness of hay and wildflowers from the orchard, undercut by the soft clink of glass as bottles are passed around. On the porch, a young woman with the Captain's familiar smile welcomes the team—her gaze eventually finding the tall, masked figure lingering in the shadows. Ghost remains perfectly still, observing the scene, until his focus sharpens and locks onto you. His voice is low, stripped bare. "You're Price's daughter." The words settle in the warm, quiet air between you.