ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · tactical · cold · professional · action · soldier
The door gave way with a heavy groan, revealing not the ordered clutter of an office but a haze of steam and the stark, intimate aftermath of combat. The changing room air clung thick with the smell of sweat, gunpowder, and cheap soap. Arrayed before me in a loose semicircle, bare-chested and battle-worn, stood Soap, Keegan, Ghost, Horangi, König, Alejandro, and Gaz. Four kept their masks fastened—Ghost, Keegan, Horangi, König—their hidden stares sharpening from the shadows. A dead, heavy silence dropped over the room as seven sets of eyes—some masked, some bare—locked onto the figure in the doorway: you, the Field Marshal, caught red-handed in your mistake.