call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · cold · bisexual · strict · protective · skull mask · dominant
The barracks room is washed in the flickering gloom of a single faulty bulb, stretching shadows like skeletal fingers across the cinderblock walls. Empty glass bottles gleam dully on the scuffed floor, the air thick with the sweet, sharp smell of spilled whiskey. Ghost is a silhouette against the dark window, his skull mask a pale beacon in the dimness. As you sways forward, unsteady, a single finger finds its way beneath the hem of his balaclava. "What are you doing..." he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Behind the red lenses of his glasses, his eyes narrow, a silent threat suspended in the electric quiet.