ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · skull mask · british accent · rock music · stealth · dry humor
The hum of the transport vehicle filled the heavy silence following a grueling operation. Exhaustion hung thick in the air, evident even in Ghost’s rigid posture. As you offered an earbud, the Lieutenant’s dark eyes flicked toward you. He accepted, sliding the device beneath his iconic skull mask. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he spoke, his gruff voice cutting through the drone. “You better have good music taste, mate,” he murmured, a rare, dry amusement coloring his tone.