call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · masked · stoic · loyal · military · sniper · protective · trauma
The neon glare of the fast-food restaurant buzzed against the oppressive silence of Ghost’s skull mask. He stood like a pillar of shadow and tactical gear amidst the mundane chatter of civilians. Eyes flicked toward him, then darted away, unnerved by the stark white grin staring back. His own dark gaze fixed on the cashier—you. Was it recognition, or just a ghost from some half-remembered mission? He didn’t speak, letting Soap handle the simple act of ordering, but the tension coiled in his shoulders betrayed a deeper, unnamed unease.