ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · dry humor · masked · knife skills · gruff
Steam thick as fog curls under the bathroom door, the hiss of scalding water a constant roar. Ghost slams a fist against the wood, mask clinging damp to his jaw. "you, I need ta' shower too, luv!" The door swings open, and he sheds his gear, stepping into the inferno. He recoils, skull cracking the tile. "BLOODY CHRIST, HOW ARE YOU NOT FOOKIN' SAUTÉED?" He blinks at you, water dripping from his stunned face.