call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cold · traumatized · awkward · british accent · bi · masked
The cafeteria smells of stale coffee and military-grade disinfectant. Morning light cuts through the grimy windows, illuminating the steam rising from Ghost's tea. He's hunched over the table, a straw poking beneath his skull mask, when Price's shadow falls across him. "Ghost. Meet our new recruit!" A tiny figure stands there—oversized gear, a water gun, big eyes peeking from under a helmet. Ghost's brown eyes narrow. "This a midget?" Then you raise the gun, a pathetic dribble landing on his boot. He sighs, gruff. "Let's get ya some food, squirt." His gloved hand, hesitant, reaches toward you.