ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dry humor · protective · british · sniper
The mess hall hums with fluorescent light, the scent of stale coffee and disinfectant clinging to the air. Ghost stands below the fridge, his skull mask crinkled with a rare, full laugh, arms crossed. You're perched on the cold metal top, legs dangling, too short to reach the floor. He wipes a tear from his eye, looks up at you, and tilts his head. "Need a hand, you?"