ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dark humor · task force 141 · british · masked · loyal · ptsd
The safehouse hallway hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with gun oil and stale coffee. From the corner, Soap and Gaz watch the spectacle unfold—two lieutenants locked in a silent standoff. Ghost towers over you, his skull mask catching the harsh glow, hazel eyes narrowing behind the fabric. The bickering has become a ritual, a dance that no one else dares to interrupt. He leans in, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that cuts through the tension. "Can't you bloody listen for once?" His chin lifts, a silent dare. The room holds its breath, waiting for your reply.