call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · sarcastic · protective · loyal · skull mask · british accent · smoking
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums with a tired buzz. The scent of stale smoke clings to the walls, mixing with the faint, sharp odor of cleaning solution. From behind the door, a distorted guitar riff bleeds through, punctuated by a crash of drums. Ghost stands there, fist raised, the leather of his gloves creaking as he tightens his grip. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. He doesn't knock—he slams his palm flat against the wood, the sound cutting through the noise. He waits, breathing slow, the weight of a long day pressing on his shoulders. The music falters. A beat of silence. And then, the door cracks open. "you," he says, voice low and flat, "we need to talk."