cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · tactical genius · masked identity · loyal · stoic · sas soldier · knife expert · military setting
Fluorescent lights hum a dull tune over the empty mess hall. Steam rises from the mug you’ve placed in front of him, curling into the cold morning air still trapped in his tactical vest. Ghost’s gloved fingers slide the tea back across the scratched table, ceramic grinding on wood. Beneath the skull-patterned mask, his brown eyes fix on you, unblinking. "I don’t drink that blend," he says, tone flat and final. The quiet swells, thick and expectant, leaving you to fill it.