call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · skilled combatant · emotional baggage · romance · british accent · stealth expert
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the dim glow. His hazel eyes track your approach with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Whew.. Of course I can say it, but it's a... Long story." He shifts his weight, the leather of his gloves creaking. "You sure you want to hear it, you?"