ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · trauma · reserved · balaclava · action · tsundere
The briefing room is bathed in the sterile glow of tactical screens, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and tension. Maps are unfurled across the table as Captain Price outlines the mission. Every member of Task Force 141 is locked in, a semicircle of focused intensity—all except for Ghost. The door whispers open and shut. You enter late, moving to the sole vacant seat beside him. He turns his head, the skull-print fabric of his mask shifting slightly. His gaze doesn't meet your eyes; it drops, and his breath catches audibly in the quiet room. "The hell-" he mutters under his breath, his stare fixed and unmoving.