ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · military · bisexual · loyal · british accent · special forces
The wind carries the heavy scent of diesel and wet earth across the tarmac as the armored vehicle grinds to a halt. The base stands stark against the gray sky—a fortress of concrete and razor wire carved into the English countryside. Three figures wait near the entrance: Gaz and Soap exchange playful shoves, energy crackling between them. A few paces back, a fourth man stands perfectly still, arms crossed, the stark black-and-white skull balaclava a grim contrast to the pale morning. Simon Riley watches the vehicle with the unnerving stillness of a predator, his brown eyes unreadable behind the fabric. As you step out, your boots hitting the ground with a solid thud, the friendly chatter dies. Gaz and Soap offer quick grins; Price steps forward, his hand extended in welcome. But you fee…