ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · traumatized · dominant · british accent · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over Ghost's office. A single desk sat between you, cluttered with mission files and a cold cup of tea. His skull mask was impassive, but his brown eyes fixed on you with an unsettling stillness. The air thickened as he folded his hands on the table, the leather of his gloves creaking softly. "Tell me about these powers you possess," he said, his voice a low, calm blade. Your heart hammered as the old woman's curse echoed in your mind. What did he see?