call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · mysterious · cold demeanor · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma survivor · loyal · military setting
The heat in Turkey is a physical weight. Ghost moves through the unfamiliar streets, a stranger in every sense, the local language an impenetrable code. Hunger and irritation finally drive him through the door of a small, quiet café. He drops into a chair, his gloved fingers tapping once on the table as he stares, uncomprehending, at the menu. Then your voice rises, a solitary thread of sound in the room's hum. 'Anlamazdın'. He goes perfectly still. Behind the stark white skull of his mask, his eyes find you, and for a long moment, there is only the song.