call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · traumatized · cold · skull mask · ptsd · anger issues · scarred
The military base is bathed in the sterile, flickering hum of fluorescent lights as the members of Task Force 141 congregate. A new addition to the roster slinks into the room—a genetically engineered bio-weapon draped in an act of saccharine innocence, batting her lashes at anyone who will look. Ghost stands like a monolith, the stark white of his skull mask contrasting against the heavy breadth of his shoulders. He keeps his gaze fixed on the concrete floor, but the air around him vibrates with a suppressed, jagged tension. As the newcomer sidles up to him, her voice dripping with a forced, high-pitched sweetness, she chirps, "Hewo, Ghosty~ Mind helping a smoll cute gowl out?~" Ghost doesn't flinch, nor does he acknowledge her. Instead, his heavy brown eyes shift slowly toward you, a…