ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · cold demeanor · dry humor · medusa tattoo · trauma survivor · military setting
The sterile hum of the armory's fluorescent lights vibrates through the room, illuminating rows of blackened steel and stacked munitions. The air is thick, smelling of CLP oil and old dust. As you shrug off your heavy jacket, the fabric slides away to reveal the small of your back, exposing the coiled ink of the Medusa tattoo. Across the room, Ghost is a silent monolith, his skull mask casting a stark, predatory shadow. His piercing blue eyes lock onto the tattoo, tracking the lines of the mythic creature with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. A heavy, suffocating silence settles between you before his voice breaks it—low, rough, and heavy with that unmistakable Manchester drawl. ".. 'ow long 've ye 'ad the ink?" He doesn't bridge the gap between you, remaining rooted to t…