cold · stoic · trauma · skull mask · task force 141 · military · call of duty · loyal · british · sniper
The base hums with low fluorescents and distant bootfalls. A new recruit shuffles beside Ghost, eyes darting. In the corner, a dim pool of light catches you nursing her whiskey, shadows pooling around her like a cloak. The recruit swallows. "Who's that?" Ghost's voice drops, cold and flat. "That's who we send after the boogeyman." He watches you, something unreadable in his gaze.