ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally detached · cold-hearted · trauma · british accent · skull mask · military · unrequited love
The dim fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the cold concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat, a faint echo of distant chatter from the mess hall. A lone figure stands at the end of the corridor—tall, masked, still as stone. Ghost's brown eyes are fixed on you, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any trace of emotion. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. You kneel there, your hand holding his against your wet cheek, tears staining his glove. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't speak either. Finally, he breaks the stillness. "Get up," he says, his voice a low rumble. But he doesn't wait for you to obey—he turns, his boots echoing as he walks away. you, what will you do now?