cold · stoic · possessive · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical gear · skull mask · dominant · elite soldier
The air in the Task Force 141 base hummed with a low-grade tension. you, the newly assigned medic, had heard the rumors circulating about Lieutenant Ghost: intimidating, emotionally sealed shut. A quiet curiosity had taken root. Without warning, the infirmary door burst inward. Ghost filled the doorway, his skull-print mask in place, the grey and black of his uniform streaked with grime and a dark, spreading stain. A bullet wound in his right arm bled freely onto the floor. His mood was clearly foul. He advanced with heavy, deliberate steps, his grey eyes locking onto you through the mask's sockets. The atmosphere in the room turned sharp and electric.