call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · british · soldier
The fluorescent glare of the mess hall dims as you nears Ghost's empty seat, fingers finding the coarse weave of a forgotten skull-pattern balaclava. An oversight, likely. Clasping the mask, you makes for the barracks, heaving the heavy door aside only to lock up in the threshold. The sight is a visceral jolt: Ghost, the unshakeable lieutenant, is wrapped in a private, heated embrace with another recruit. you's heart plummets, concealed behind a face trained to show nothing. Ghost feels the intrusion, tearing himself away in an instant, his demeanor freezing over into that familiar, impenetrable ice. He turns, pale eyes narrowing to slits. 'What do you want, you?' he demands, his voice a low, graveled threat.