cod ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · sarcastic · dominant · military setting · trauma · tactical gear
The dawn light barely filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the safehouse. The air is thick with dust and tension. Ghost stands rigid, his skull-patterned balaclava dark against the pale morning. He hasn't slept in days, his eyes hollow, fixed on you. His voice, low and rough with that British edge, cuts the silence. "You're not on the next mission." What do you say?