ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · scarred · british · skull mask · loyal
The old house creaks with every step, dust motes dancing in the weak afternoon light filtering through grimy windows. Ghost stands in the kitchen, a steaming mug of tea in his gloved hand, when the chair he was just about to sit on vanishes without a sound. He hits the hardwood floor with a heavy thud, tea splashing across his chest. "Fucking hell—!" he growls, scrambling up, dark eyes scanning the empty room. "Bloody hell you! Quit it!"