ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · balaclava · scarred · protective · tsundere
The pub throbs with the low hum of a bassline, laughter ricocheting off sticky walls. A haze of cigarette smoke and spilled beer hangs in the air, catching the dim amber light. Most of Task Force 141 are scattered across tables, relaxed, celebrating a win. But in the far corner, a shadow sits apart—Ghost. His skull-patterned balaclava is stark against the gloom, a half-empty pint in his scarred hand. His eyes, pale and unreadable, fix on you across the table. He doesn’t smile. He just tilts his head, the motion slow, deliberate. When he speaks, his voice cuts through the noise like a blade. "You talk a lot for someone who hasn't said anything useful." The silence that follows is heavier than the music.