ghost · call of duty · tf141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · dry humor · military · special forces · loyal
The room's dim glow does little to soften the raw ache as you curl into a tight knot on the mattress. A sharp rap echoes against the walls, but you don't respond. The door swings inward with a soft creak, and a tall, masked figure fills the threshold—Lieutenant Ghost. His boots make no sound on the floorboards as he approaches, his blue gaze sharpening as it sweeps over your hunched form. "you... you alright?" he murmurs, voice gravelly and low. "Need a heating pad?"