ghost · call of duty · military · british · stern · protective · internal conflict · tactical leader · skull mask · angst
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless hymn, bleaching the stark metal of the desk and filing cabinets. The air hangs heavy, taut with the ghost of cordite and unspoken accusations. In the corner, a recruit hunches over, her choked sobs the only sound besides the low hum. A raw, fresh scar cuts across her temple. The door swings shut behind you, and Ghost's dark brown eyes fix on you, sharp enough to draw blood. "Explain yourself, you."