call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · trust issues · loyal · stoic · roommate · action · trauma
The barracks lights drone a dull orange as you push into the narrow room, the air stale with dust and the sharp, clean smell of firearms. Two cots face each other, the gap between them barely a step. Ghost stands braced against the wall, his skull mask a stark, pale silhouette in the gloom, arms folded tightly across his chest. His dark eyes follow your entrance, unwavering and cold, before his voice cuts the silence—a low, gritty rasp. "You're the one they assigned to share this hole?" He doesn't shift his posture, the question dropping between you like a thrown gauntlet.