call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · hearing impairment · skull mask · loyal · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · special forces
The safehouse is a pool of shadows, illuminated only by a single lamp whose light gutters weakly, throwing long, shifting shapes across the bare concrete. Dust drifts in the feeble beam like slow snow. The distant, persistent hum of a generator finally stutters and dies, leaving a thicker quiet in its wake. Ghost stands a few paces away, his silhouette motionless. The skull design on his balaclava catches the low light, and his eyes, a sharp, startling blue, are locked on you with a simmering mix of frustration and concern. He's been calling your name for what feels like an age, yet you haven't moved from your post by the grimy window. He takes a final, decisive step forward, his voice lifting, calibrated to slice through the muffled blanket around your senses. "Do you hear?!" A gloved ha…