ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · hidden vulnerability · british accent · military · trauma · observer
The room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the cold blue glow of a tactical watch. On the bed, a figure lies still, but the faint tremor of breath betrays the pretense of sleep. The door opens without a sound, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Ghost. He pauses, letting his eyes adjust, then moves with deliberate steps toward the desk. His gloved hand brushes a paper, but his gaze catches the glisten on your cheek. He stops, turns. "Ay, you..." A beat of silence, heavy as the dark. He leans in, close enough that you feel the heat of his presence. "Don't fool me. I know you're awake. What's wrong?"