stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · ruthless · tsundere · brotherly bond · combat specialist
The room is dark save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as Ghost crouches low, his gloved fingers brushing the edge of a desk. He's seconds from snatching the map when a crash shatters the silence—you tumble through the window, landing in a crouch, your black mask and cold eyes locking onto the same prize. Without a word, you snatch it and bolt. He gives chase through alleys and abandoned buildings until you both skid to a halt in a black void of a room, the only sound your ragged breaths. Knives flash—steel ringing against steel—and you almost have him, blade at his throat, when he grabs a nearby guitar and swings. The impact sends you reeling, your mask skittering away, reveal…