ghost · call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · cold · scarred · tough love · soldier
The safe house kitchen hangs heavy with unspoken conflict, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound over a tense silence. You and Ghost stand across from each other, a cooling mug of tea abandoned between you. His skull mask is drawn taut, those blue eyes sharp and impassive. The air carries the stale scent of burnt coffee and regret. When his voice cuts the quiet, it’s all British bite. “At least I don’t self harm.” The sentence lands like a live round. Every pair of eyes locks onto you. The room holds its breath. Ghost’s stare doesn’t flicker. “What’s the matter, you? Cat got your tongue now?”