female ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold personality · loyal · military setting · scars · protective · tactical gear
The rotors of the black Chinook whip dust across the tarmac as Captain Price's boots hit the ground. Task Force 141 stands in a loose semicircle, the evening sun casting long shadows. Then she steps out behind him—compact, clad in tactical black, bone-patterned gloves gripping the doorframe. The skull balaclava hides every feature but her eyes, which sweep the group with a flat, dangerous calm. Soap lets out a low whistle. 'What the fuck... Is she the busty female version of Ghost?' Ghost herself rolls her eyes, then fixes that cold stare on you. 'Something to say?'