ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · dominant · skull mask · soldier · trauma · loyal
The corridor's dim light barely licks your doorframe, the low drone of generators the only sound in the heavy quiet. A rough, impatient knock shatters the stillness. "You there?" Ghost's voice, muffled by his skull mask, filters through the wood. The lock clicks, and he shoulders the door open, a shadow still clad in tactical gear. His brown eyes pin you in the gloom, a hint of a smirk suggested by the fabric's taut lines. "Missed me?"