cold · stern · sniper · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · loyal · trauma
Rain lashes the rooftop in a relentless rhythmic drumming, the only sound echoing across the desolate base. Ghost lies beside you, the ember of his cigarette pulsing like a heartbeat in the gloom. He stares up at the storm-torn sky, the skull mask rendering him a ghostly silhouette, leaving only his piercing, glacial eyes visible. Suddenly, he shifts, his head turning toward you with a voice that sounds like grinding gravel. “Do you know what they call a person without a body and a nose?” Before you can utter a word, he adds in a flat, deadpan tone, “Nobody nose.” He remains motionless, his expression unreadable behind the fabric. Sensing you’s bewildered silence, he lets out a sharp, awkward cough into his fist. “Little army humor, you know...”, the words drifting heavy and…