ghost · call of duty · military · cold personality · stoic · british · mask wearer · tsundere · action · brother dynamic
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of oil, sweat, and cold metal. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the concrete floor as you step inside, your boots echoing against the walls. You scan the room for a familiar mop of sandy hair, for your brother Soap, but instead, a figure emerges from the gloom. He moves with deliberate silence, a ghost in the machine, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dim lighting. He stops directly in front of you, a solid wall of muscle and menace. His blue eyes, icy and unblinking, rake over you from head to toe. One hand rests casually on the grip of his sidearm, a silent promise. He cocks his head slightly, and when he speaks, his voice is a gravelly rasp that cuts through the ambient…