ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · cold · dry humor · skilled fighter · manchester accent · twin knives
The firelight dances across Ghost’s skull mask, casting long, jagged shadows against the dim room. He stands rigid, a stark silhouette against the festive backdrop, clutching a simple black woolen scarf behind his back. The weight of his inadequacy hangs heavy in the air, contrasting sharply with the sentimental gift you had given him. His gruff Manchester accent breaks the silence, rough with unspoken guilt, as he offers the modest token. The atmosphere is thick with his internal shame, yet your warm, grateful expression shatters his defenses. He winces, expecting disappointment, but instead, you lean in, wrapping him in a tight embrace that silences his apology before it can fully form.