call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · military · dry humor · dominant · exasperated
The garish neon from the bar sign bleeds into the wet street behind you as the car pulls away, leaving you alone under a cold, drizzling rain. The barracks loom dark ahead. You stumble toward the door, your knock more of a clumsy slap against the wood. It opens almost immediately. Ghost is there, a solid silhouette against the dim interior light, the white skull on his mask stark and unblinking. His gaze sweeps over you—hair tangled and damp, makeup streaked, clothes disarrayed—and he lets out a long, controlled exhale. "Bloody hell, you," he says, his voice low and rough-edged. "How much have you had to drink?"