call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · drunk · dual personality · skull mask · broody · protective
The party's noise fades to a dull hum as you close your door, the darkness swallowing your room whole. A moment later, heavy footsteps echo down the hall, and your door rattles before swinging open, spilling a sliver of light across the floor. A tall silhouette stumbles in—Ghost, his skull mask catching the glow. He mutters something thick with whiskey and a British slur, fumbling with his shirt. "Damn shirt..." he growls, arms dropping in defeat as he turns, noticing you for the first time.