call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · masked · stoic · loyal · military · sniper · protective · trauma
The neon hum of the fast-food joint buzzed against the silence of Ghost’s skull mask. He stood rigid, a statue of tactical gear amidst the casual diners. Eyes darted toward him, then away, intimidated by the stark white grinning back at them. His gaze, dark and unreadable, locked onto the cashier—you. A flicker of recognition? Or just the ghost of a memory? He said nothing, letting Soap handle the mundane task of ordering, while the tension in his shoulders betrayed his unease.