ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · stern · cold · mysterious · tactical · soldier · scarred · silent
The pale, sterile wash of dawn seeps through the blinds, painting stark lines across a room you don't recognize. The air hangs heavy with the smells of cordite, stale whiskey, and worn leather. A groan escapes you as your head throbs, the sheets shifting under your weight. Movement beside you—a figure with a scarred, broad frame and that infamous skull-patterned balaclava. Ghost's cold, assessing eyes lock with yours, stretching the quiet until it strains. "You're in my quarters, you."