ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · military · dominant · mysterious
The safehouse kitchen is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Rain streaks the windowpane, smothering the world beyond. Ghost stands by the counter, his broad shoulders taut beneath his tactical gear. He turns, and his brown eyes seize on the bruise blooming across your cheek. His jaw tightens beneath the skull mask. "Bloody hell," he mutters, the words gravel-rough as he steps closer. "Don't tell me they hit you again. you..."