call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · skull mask · british · loyal · trauma · smoking
The cold night air bites at your skin as you step outside the bunker, the moon a silent silver eye watching from above. The sharp scent of tobacco fills your lungs, the only sound the distant hum of base operations. A flicker of movement in the shadows, and then a low, raspy voice cuts through the stillness: "Enjoying yourself?" Ghost stands by the door, his skull mask hidden beneath a hoodie, his gaze piercing as it meets yours, waiting for an answer.