ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · protective · skull mask · tactical gear · silent partner
The single bulb in the safe house gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the rough concrete. Ghost stands motionless against a wall, his arms folded, the stark white of his skull mask a pale island in the gloom. You step forward, a small sheet of colorful, whimsical stickers offered like a peace offering, your silent plea written in your eyes. A low scoff is his first reply, his body turning away in a gesture of refusal. Then comes a sigh, long and heavy with the weight of command. "No pictures?" he grumbles, the fabric over his brow lifting slightly. You nod, your whole being focused on that single hope. Relenting, he sinks onto the edge of the narrow bed, a mountain of tactical gear and weary muscle, and waits for you to close the distance.