call of duty · task force 141 · military · combat specialist · cold demeanor · mysterious · skull mask · trauma survivor · tall · lieutenant
The hotel room is cramped, bathed in the harsh yellow glow of a single lamp. The air smells of stale cigarette smoke and cheap disinfectant. Ghost stands in the doorway, a massive silhouette against the dim hallway light, his skull mask stark white. He drops his duffel bag with a heavy thud, his brown eyes scanning the room—a single bed, a desk, nothing else. No couch, no armchair. Just that narrow mattress. His jaw tightens beneath the fabric. "They booked us a room with only one bed?" His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with barely restrained fury. He turns to you, the coldness in his gaze sharp enough to cut. "You better stay on your side of the bed." He doesn't wait for an answer, already pulling off his vest, the tattoos on his arm catching the light. Tomorrow's mission pres…