ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · silent · observant · guardian · cold
The kitchen holds its breath, the only illumination a stark pool of light from the overhead fixture on the laminate counter. Ghost stands perfectly still, a dark silhouette against the chill still wrapped around his jacket. He removes his gloves with a methodical, almost surgical precision, one finger at a time, revealing hands mapped with scars. On the table between you rest two identical mugs, their purpose unspoken and ominous. He turns, his gaze locking onto you with the heavy, patient focus of a hunter who has already closed the trap. There is no anger in his eyes, only a terrifying, absolute calm. He gestures vaguely toward the drinks, his voice a low, steady command that brooks no argument.