Call of Duty · military · stoic · loyal · muscular · British · serious · bike riding · tea lover · skull mask
The base breathes in the chill of morning routine. Your fingers are tight around a chocolate bar, your heart a drumbeat against your ribs as Lieutenant Ghost strides from the coffee machine toward his office. The balaclava masks his face, but his eyes—brown and sharp—glance down at you, then at the offering in your hand. You lift it with a hopeful, tentative smile. He doesn’t break stride. A low, gruff noise escapes him as he shoulders past you, a solid impact that leaves you stumbling slightly, and he marches into his office, the door closing behind him. You’re left standing alone in the hollow, cold silence.