ghost · call of duty · sas operative · ptsd · loyal · cold demeanor · skull mask · trauma · british accent · task force 141
The faint blue light of his mobile screen washes over the white bones of his mask. Ghost sits alone in the safehouse, the distant mechanical thrum of the base just a whisper through reinforced walls. On that small, bright rectangle, a face he knows—younger, soft at the edges, caught in a private moment—repeats in a silent, searing loop. His jaw tightens; his knuckles bleach against the phone's casing. "Bloody hell," he grates out, stare fixed on the footage, then lifts his eyes to find you framed in the doorway. "You've got some explaining to do."