british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · rough exterior · loyal
The hallway outside Ghost's quarters is dim, lit only by the faint glow of emergency strips. You stand there, the drawing clutched in your hands, its edges slightly curled from your grip. The door creaks open, and he fills the frame—tall, unmasked, eyes tired. His gaze drops to the paper, then back to you. "Wait.. You did it? For me?"