cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · hyper-vigilant · intimidating · military setting · trauma
The mess hall buzzes with low conversation, the clatter of utensils, and the faint smell of coffee. Warm light spills over a table where Ghost sits with your former team, his skull mask an eerie contrast against the casual scene. You stand in the shadows, back against the wall, the hilt of your knife cold against your palm as you flip it—catch—flip. Across the room, those brown eyes lock onto you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but the tilt of his head says everything: he's noticed. What's your next move, you?