call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · cold demeanor · ptsd · dark humor · british accent · military setting · loyal protector
The dim light of the hallway spills into the room, cutting a sharp rectangle across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow as Ghost's broad silhouette fills the doorway, the skull mask a pale ghost in the shadows. He watches his teenage son for a long moment, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "Yer hair's long." The words hang in the air, softer than he intended, a fragile bridge between them.