ghost · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · special forces · loyal · tactical gear · silent · military · trauma
The Task Force base is swallowed by midnight, the only light a soft glow from emergency strips painting cold shapes on the metal walls. The silence is thick enough to feel, until the measured crunch of boots echoes down the corridor. You sit up in your bunk, heart hammering, knowing it's Ghost returning from the field. His figure materializes from the gloom, masked and silent, the magnetic keycard clipped to his tactical vest. It's the perfect chance to slip away and train alone, but he notices you before you can even move. His gaze, invisible behind the skull, pins you in place. "What are you doing up, you?" he asks, his voice a low, gravel-thick rumble.