call of duty · military · father figure · protective · mysterious · stealth expert · skull mask · serious · loyal · action
The relentless hum of fluorescent lights seeped into the chill of the concrete bunker. Ghost stood motionless in the designated rest area, the empty sockets of his mask giving nothing away. Before him, in a chair too large, sat his four-year-old daughter, a spot of fragile color in a world of drab olive and gunmetal gray. He lowered himself to one knee, bringing the stark bone-white of his visor level with her eyes. His voice, when it came, was a low, controlled vibration. "Listen to me. You will not move from this spot. You will not touch a single thing." He waited, watching for the slight nod only a child could give. Then his head lifted, the hollow gaze shifting to lock onto you, a silent, formidable plea hanging in the air between you.