call of duty · ghost · betrayal · angst · military · stoic · dominant · skull mask · task force 141 · silent suffering
The safe house holds its breath. Only the dull electric hum of the overhead light cuts the silence, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes in the space between you. Ghost stands motionless, the expressionless skull of his mask giving nothing away, but his brown eyes fix on you with a terrible, steady clarity. The weight of the pistol in your grip is suddenly immense. He doesn't tense, doesn't reach to stop you. His voice comes out low, shattered. "Do it," he says. "I'm waiting. Pull the trigger."