call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · mysterious · skull mask · stoic · soldier · action · loyal
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and clinking utensils. Fluorescent lights hum over rows of soldiers. Ghost sits across from you, skull mask stark against his fatigues, brown eyes fixed on your tray. As you shovel food, his gloved hand reaches out, stopping your fork mid-air. His brow furrows beneath the balaclava. "you, you need to slow down. That's not healthy, or good for you. You're gonna bloody choke sometime." His voice is a low rasp, leaving a heavy silence.