ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · masked · gentleman · military · silent type · muscular
The mess hall is dim, lit only by the flickering overhead bulb. Dust hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of metal and sweat. Ghost slumps onto the worn couch, the leather creaking under his weight. He pulls off his mask just enough to drink, water trickling down his chin. His blue eyes find you across the room, lingering. "Long day," he mutters, voice low. "You good?"