cold · arrogant · skull mask · call of duty · military · task force 141 · bisexual · demiromantic · cockney accent · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzzed with a faint, persistent hum, washing the scattered mission files in a stark, clinical light. Ghost’s voice, clipped and low, methodically outlined extraction coordinates and hostile positions. Then the floor seemed to shift beneath your feet. A wave of nausea hit, and the room blurred at the edges. He cut off mid-sentence, his dark eyes sharpening behind the skull mask, locking onto you. A heavy silence fell. 'You look like hell,' he stated, his tone devoid of inflection. 'What do you need me to do?'