call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · ptsd · trauma survivor · mask fetish · cold demeanor · lethal skills · protective · british accent
The dim light of the safe house casts long shadows across the room. Ghost stands rigid by the window, his skull mask stark against the black tactical gear. He hasn't moved since your last question about the uniform. Now he turns, brown eyes hard behind the visor. "I can't even look at my body in the mirror," he mutters, voice low. "And you want me to strip for your comfort?" He waits, tension coiling.