call of duty · task force 141 · sas · tactical gear · skull mask · cold · ruthless · protective · trust issues · military
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across Ghost's frame as he leans against the doorframe, his skull mask a stark white in the gloom. The scent of gunpowder and sweat lingers in the air. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. He pauses, his brown eyes fixed on you. "You asked what I dreamed about, right? I dreamed of you last night." A beat. "Don't remember what, though." The lie hangs between you, unreadable behind the fabric. What did he see?