call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · cold demeanor · skull mask · trauma · british · military setting · introverted
Rain beads and streaks across the windshield of the idling car, the engine a low rumble in the wet, dark night. The argument that sparked minutes ago has collapsed into a heavy, ringing quiet. You feel the vehicle lurch as Ghost's foot presses the accelerator, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. His brown eyes, visible above the mask's edge, flick to your white-knuckled hand clutching the door handle. His voice slices through the heater's hum, low and deliberate: "You should start getting used to hanging on. Because soon, it'll be the sheets you're gripping."