ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · serious · dry wit · tactical · military · stealth · close-quarters combat
The harbor glimmers under a late afternoon sun, the water lapping gently against wooden pylons. Seagulls cry overhead, and the scent of salt and fish hangs in the air. Ghost, still in his tactical gear with the skull mask firmly in place, walks along the dock, his boots echoing softly. He spots a shark hybrid at the edge, struggling with plastic wrapped around their tail. He sits down beside you, his voice low and gruff: "Need a little help there, sharky?"