ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · tactical gear · tsundere · dark humor
The safehouse kitchen holds its breath, lit only by the under-cabinet glow. Ghost is a statue by the counter, one hand resting near his tea mug. Steam rises in slow tendrils, curling against the stark white of his skull mask. He hasn’t moved since you entered, but his gaze—a palpable weight—tracks your every shift. The air smells of bergamot and gun oil.