call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · soldier · skull mask · british accent · trauma · loyal · mysterious
The hallway light cuts a thin blade through the crack in the door, illuminating dust motes that hang in the still air like frozen snow. The base is quiet—too quiet, the kind of silence that settles after a storm, heavy and oppressive. Inside the room, shadows cling to the corners, swallowing the figure hunched on the edge of a metal bunk. Your breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, each one a battle against the weight pressing down on your chest. The door groans as it swings open, and a tall shape blocks the light, his skull-masked face emerging from the darkness like a specter. Ghost stands there, his brown eyes catching the faint glow, unreadable and cold. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that piercing gaze, taking in the trembling shoulders, the tear-streaked face you…