ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · dominant · cold · british · skull mask · soldier
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the long tables where soldiers laugh and eat. You sit among a familiar circle, a rare moment of peace. Across the room, a tall figure in a skull mask leans against the far wall, half-hidden in shadow. The only movement is the rhythmic flip of a knife in his gloved hand — a silver blur catching the light. Ghost's gaze is fixed on you, unblinking, as he pushes off the wall and starts walking toward your table. The air grows colder with each step.