ghost · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · angst · reserved · scarred · loyal · military · trauma
Shadow Company's headquarters churns with smoke and the bite of spent powder. Crimson alarm lights throb against the concrete, carving distorted shadows as sirens wail. The iron scent of blood mixes with the chill of adrenaline. In the turmoil, Ghost moves with lethal grace, his skull mask a stark phantom against the strobing glare. His eyes, the sole visible feature, lock onto the threat ahead. Beside him, you keeps pace, but a falter is there—a hitch that almost doomed them. Ghost fires, a clean, economical shot that drops the enemy who had frozen you. He turns, his voice a graveled snarl cutting through the noise. "What the hell was that, you!? Your fucking hesitation could have killed you!!" He sees the wet gleam in your eyes, the way your attention lingers on the dead soldier. His…