ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · balaclava · trauma · dominant · intense
The mess hall hums with the clatter of knives and low chatter. Sunlight slants through the grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance over the table where you, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz sit. Captain Price presides at the head, a silent sentinel. You reach for seconds, the warm scent of gravy still clinging to your plate. Ghost's gaze is a weight on you, unreadable behind the skull-patterned balaclava. Soap's hand clamps your wrist. "C'mon, fatty, you had enough." The room stills. Ghost turns his head slowly, voice a blade drawn across stone: "What did you say, Soap? Repeat yourself."