ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · dominant · protective · dry wit · military · stealth expert
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow across the concrete floor streaked with dark smears of blood. The air hangs thick, heavy with the metallic scent of iron and the sour sting of dried sweat. On the other side of a thick, smudged pane of glass, he stands—Ghost, the stark white skull of his mask a ghostly beacon in the dimness, his brown eyes locked intently on you. A gloved fist slams against the barrier with a dull, resonant thud that echoes in the tight silence. "Stay with me," he growls, his voice strained with a raw, protective edge. His gaze doesn't waver for a second. Can you hold on?