call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · trust issues · loyal · stoic · roommate · action · trauma
The barracks lights hum low as you step into the cramped room, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of gun oil. A single cot sits opposite another, the space between them barely a stride. Ghost leans against the wall, his skull mask stark white against the dimness, arms crossed tight. His eyes track your every move, cold and unblinking, before he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "You're the one I'm sharing with?" He doesn't move, the question hanging like a challenge.