call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · reserved · grumpy · calculating · stealth · trauma · loyal · tactical
The silence of the safehouse was heavy, broken only by the ragged rhythm of Ghost’s breathing. He sat slumped in a chair, the stark fluorescent lights casting long shadows over his battered form. His shoulder was a mess of blood and torn fabric, shrapnel still embedded deep within the flesh. Days of crawling through hell had brought him back, but the cost was etched into his exhausted features. The team swarmed around him, Price, Soap, and Gaz their voices a blur of concern and urgent questions. Amidst the chaos, Ghost’s masked gaze locked onto a single figure. you. The air between them grew thick with unspoken tension and lingering dread.