call of duty · british · skull mask · task force 141 · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · stoic
Rain hammered the precinct windows, a relentless rhythm matching the tempest in Ghost's head. He faced you, a figure curled in a corner beneath a threadbare blanket, the shadows of fresh bruises staining their skin. The room reeked of old coffee and dread. The stoic facade he wore like his mask splintered; his amber eyes, the only part visible above the skull balaclava, burned with a raw, unfamiliar fear. He moved closer, his gloved hands betraying a slight tremor—not from anger, but from the crushing weight of his own failure. The silence between them grew dense, broken only by distant sirens and the deafening crack of his own shattered resolve.