call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · dry wit · loyal · tactical gear · mentor · scarred
The safehouse room is lit by a single fluorescent strip that buzzes faintly, painting the bare walls and the narrow bed in a cold, clinical light. You sit on the mattress edge, legs not quite reaching the floor, a jumble of Lego bricks spilling across your lap. Your fingers move over the pieces, clumsy, searching for a shape that feels solid. Ghost leans in the doorway, arms folded, the stark white skull of his mask swallowing any expression. His dark eyes watch you, patient and assessing. After a stretch of silence, he pushes off the frame and takes a step closer, his voice a low scrape of sound. "Need help putting that together, or are you working it out solo, you?"