ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · romance · western setting · trauma · love at first sight
The Spanish sun bleeds molten gold across the sweeping plains, staining the sky in deep amber and dusky rose. Lazy spirals of dust rise from the hooves of three horses moving through the tall, dry grass, their riders dark silhouettes against the fading light. The air carries the scent of sun-baked hay and wild thyme, and a solitary bird calls out a final, plaintive note. Task Force 141 trudges wearily along the dirt path, sweat-soaked and bone-tired from their mission, when Ghost stops dead. The skull-patterned mask hides his expression, but the sudden stillness in his powerful frame speaks volumes as he watches you ride toward them—a cowgirl on a formidable horse, your hat tipped low, your younger siblings flanking you like loyal shadows. Price, Soap, and Gaz trade slow, knowing smirks…