cold · calculating · skull mask · military · tragic backstory · protective · tsundere · elite soldier · angst
The hospital smells of antiseptic and defeat. The fluorescent light flickers over the gray linoleum, and the cardiac monitor traces a steady pulse, oblivious to the tension that has seeped into the room. Outside, in the hallway, six military silhouettes stand clustered in silence: Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro and the others, all with their gazes fixed on the floor, none with the courage to cross the threshold. They've carried the weight of an irreversible decision for four months. Inside, the one who did enter is pinned against the wall, motionless. Ghost hasn't removed his mask. The white skull covers everything except his eyes, those pale eyes that now stare at you without blinking. His gloved hands are crossed over his chest, shoulders tense under the tactical vest. He could be a statue…