ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · swordsman · action · british accent
The bathroom air is a dense, wet blanket of steam, broken only by the constant hiss of hot water on tile. Ghost stands motionless beneath the spray, head bowed, streams tracing the contours of the bone-white mask covering his face. His body is a map of fresh aches from the day's violence. Then—a metallic click cuts through the white noise. A quiet, playful giggle threads its way through the mist. He doesn't turn, but the muscles across his shoulders tighten like coiled cable. "you," he rumbles, his voice as flat and cold as a honed blade. His hand closes around the faucet handle. "Get out." The silence that follows is a live wire, waiting for your next move.