ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · betrayal · skull mask · british · lieutenant · dangerous
The base is silent, save for the hum of distant machinery. Moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You stir from a restless sleep, a faint noise pulling you from the darkness. Padding out into the corridor, you freeze. Ghost stands there, flanked by enemy soldiers, his skull mask a pale specter in the dim light. His eyes meet yours, and something cracks. "you," he breathes, the name a wound. The men move past, and he stands frozen. "I... can't explain." The silence stretches, heavy and broken.