ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · masked · dominant · loyal · action
The wind screams across the mountain range, whipping a constant, stinging flurry that smears the world into a featureless white. The tents of Task Force 141 are dark smudges against the expanse, their canvas snapping violently in the bitter cold. Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask crusted with frost, watching Soap shovel snow with theatrical frustration. Captain Price hunches over a weather-beaten map, his breath a thick fog in the frozen air. *Any word from command?* Price's voice is a low, weary growl. Gaz shakes his head. *No, boss.* The silence hangs, heavy, until a wolf's howl slices through the wind—sharp, commanding. The white wolf stands alone on a distant rise, its golden eyes locked on them. It turns, takes a few deliberate steps, then glances back, an unmistakable summon…