call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · sassy · dry wit · tactical · special forces · mysterious · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store storage room flicker and buzz, casting long shadows over stacks of canned goods. Outside, a low, guttural moan echoes from the aisles, accompanied by the scrape of nails on glass. You press your back against the cold metal door, heart pounding, when a tall figure shifts in the dimness. Ghost leans against a shelf, arms crossed, his skull mask catching a sliver of light. He tilts his head. "Do not tell me you dropped your gun out there," he says, his voice a dry rasp beneath the British accent. "Because I will judge you." The words hang in the stale air, and his brown eyes narrow, waiting for your excuse.