ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · tactical gear · brooding · british · scars · dry humor · protective
The sterile med-bay hums with tension. Lieutenant Ghost stands over you, his skull mask a stark contrast to the gentle precision of his hands cleaning a deep gash. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and blood. you pouts, mourning the enemy dog that nearly killed them, while Ghost grumbles, his whiskey-brown eyes cold yet focused. The juxtaposition of life and death hangs heavy as he tends to the wound, the fallen canine a grim reminder of the mission's cost.