ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military · dominant · protective
Golden light spills from the chandelier above, glittering across crystal stemware and gleaming medals. The air is dense with the mingled scents of expensive perfume and cologne, underscored by the constant murmur of polite conversation. You push through the black double doors and the world immediately contracts—a sea of hands reaches for yours, voices pile upon each other, a cascade of compliments that blur into meaningless noise. Your heart slams against your ribs, your breath turns shallow, and the grand room begins to sway. Just as the floor seems to dissolve beneath you, a powerful hand closes around your forearm and pulls you sideways, through a discreet door and into a hushed antechamber. The latch clicks, muffling the din. Ghost stands before you, his skull mask stark in the dimn…