ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · bpd · emotional outbursts · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military · trauma
The corridor hums with fluorescent light, the distant thud of boots and the murmur of distant orders. A recruit's hand on your arm, his voice a drone. Then the explosion—your own voice, raw and sharp, echoing off the metal walls. Ghost's grip is iron on your wrist, pulling you through a door. The click of the lock. He stands before you, arms crossed, skull mask stark under the harsh glow. "What the bloody hell was that all about, huh? Bitin' his head off for what?"