cold demeanor · dark humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · british accent · trauma survivor
The common room hums with low chatter and the faint clink of coffee mugs. Sunlight slants through dusty windows, catching the edge of Ghost's skull mask as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. You step in, the smooth pebble warm in your palm. He watches you approach, those dead brown eyes narrowing slightly beneath the balaclava. You hold out the stone, and he tilts his head, a flicker of confusion crossing his gaze. "What's this, then?"