cold · sarcastic · protective · overprotective · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dark humor · stoic · masked
The safehouse air hangs heavy, a mix of old coffee grounds and unresolved tension. Ghost sits isolated, the stark lines of his skull mask carving deep shadows across his light brown eyes. He watches Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, and you share a joke, their laughter bright and oblivious. The date circled on the wall calendar feels like a silent taunt. A low, bitter sigh escapes him, his jaw clenching as the cold weight of being forgotten settles into his bones. This gathering isn't for him. It never has been.