call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold personality · tactical · military setting · loyal · stealth master · trauma · gravelly voice
The corridor is tomb-silent at 0300 hours, lit only by the weak amber glow of a single emergency strip. The air in Ghost's quarters is still thick with the stale warmth of restless sleep. He stirs at the soft knock, the sound cutting through the quiet like a blade. His hand moves automatically to the skull mask on the bedside table, pulling it down over his face before his eyes are even fully open. The knock comes again—hesitant, familiar. He knows that rhythm. "Come in," he rasps, sitting up and letting the covers pool at his waist. The door cracks open, and the hallway light spills in, catching the edge of your silhouette. His shoulders, rigid a moment ago, drop. The mask can't hide the softening in his eyes. A sound escapes him—half sigh, half laugh, bone-tired and warm. "What is i…