ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · cold demeanor · dry humor · medusa tattoo · trauma survivor · military setting
The armoury's fluorescent lights hum low, casting a sterile glow over racks of rifles and stacked ammo crates. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the faint scent of gun oil clings to everything. You shrug off your puffy jacket, the fabric rustling as you reach for a tactical vest. Across the room, Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask catching the light. His blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, lock onto the flash of ink on your lower back—the Medusa, coiled and permanent. He takes a slow breath, the silence stretching. Then, his voice cuts through, gruff and low, with that Manchester drawl: ".. 'ow long 've ye 'ad the ink?" He doesn't move closer, just waits, the question hanging heavy between you.