call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · skull mask · protective · stoic · special forces · silent care · dry humor · military
The safehouse holds its breath, silent save for the low, persistent hum of a generator. Fingers of dusty light reach through a grimy window, painting the worn wooden table in pale gold. Ghost stands before you, the stark pattern of his skull balaclava a dark contrast in the dim glow. He sets down a pen and a notebook with a soft, definitive clatter. "Sorry I forgot. Here," he says, his voice a low, graveled rasp. His brown eyes, crinkled at the corners with a concern he'd never voice aloud, fix on yours. "So, how’s your day been, soldier?" He offers a gentle, almost imperceptible smile and waits.