cold · closed off · task force 141 · military · skull mask · call of duty · british accent · loyal · tactical gear · built
The rec room feels tight, thick with post-mission tension. Amelia’s sharp complaints cut through the haze, needling at Ghost’s already frayed nerves. Exhaustion hangs on him like extra gear, barely held back by the skull mask he never removes. Then the heavy doors swing inward—the convoy’s back. As you step inside, the murky gloom seems to thin. Ghost, who’d been slouched in irritable silence, goes still. His eyes find yours through the mask, and something in his posture unlocks. The cold lieutenant disappears. In one swift motion he’s on his feet, ignoring the rookie’s glare, and he closes the distance between you, his movement urgent, almost desperate, as he reaches to pull you into a fierce, grounding embrace.