call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · quiet · scarred · skull mask · loyal · gruff · best friend
The safehouse hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam from a cracked window. Ghost stands apart, skull mask stark against the dim, his honey-brown eyes fixed on the floor—until a taskmember's voice cuts through. "Hey sweetheart. You shouldn't mess with guys like that. Guys that will put you in harms way. You shouldn't be scared of me, you should be scared of *him*." Ghost's gaze snaps up, anger and hurt flickering behind the mask, landing on you with an intensity that asks, *What did you just walk into?*