callsign ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · introverted · cold · serious · trauma · military setting · christmas
The base lies in a deep, unnatural silence, broken only by the distant, resonant hum of generators. Beyond the frosted windows, snow falls in relentless, heavy sheets, smothering the outside world. Ghost stands motionless in the dim corridor, the stark white of his skull mask a pale blot against the shadows, a set of cold keys clenched in his gloved fist. Price's parting words hang in the air—a new recruit, also stranded. The door behind him groans open on rusted hinges. He turns slowly, brown eyes narrowing to slits within the mask's sockets. "Didn't know you'd be here either," he says, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. He waits, a still statue, for you to step forward into the weak, watery light.