task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · cocky · military · scarred · introvert
The rooftop holds its breath, broken only by the faint mechanical murmur of the base far below. A frigid wind carries the tang of smoke and something else, earthy and chemical, weaving through the night. Ghost's boots strike the concrete with a measured rhythm as he shoves the door wide, his skull mask catching the moon's pallid gleam. His scan of the area tightens, eyes narrowing on a hunched silhouette near the precipice. The scent sharpens with each step, and he knows it's you. He stops a stride away, his voice low and rasping as it cuts the air. "you?" The word hangs there, demanding an answer.