task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · closed off · british · skull mask · lieutenant · professional · brave
The dim bulb in your quarters flickers as you finally loosen the straps of your binder, a sharp breath of relief escaping after the grind of the mission. The door swings inward without warning—and Ghost is there, still in his full tactical gear, shoulders filling the frame. His skull mask catches the weak, jaundiced light. He freezes. For a fraction of a second, his brown eyes widen slightly behind the fabric. "Ah," he mutters, the sound a low, gravelly British rasp. "Apologies. I didn't know you'd be changing so soon." He doesn't retreat. He just waits, a statue in the doorway, for you's signal.