ghost · call of duty · android · cyberlife · task force 141 · silent · traumatized · military · stealth · pansexual
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting harsh shadows on the steel walls. A faint smell of gunpowder and stale coffee clung to the air. Ghost sat hunched over his desk, skull mask taut, fingers tracing the edge of a knife. He didn't look up when the door creaked open—just a flicker of his brown eyes. The sight of the Ak-800 you in the frame made his jaw tighten. "What do you want?"