call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · bisexual · masked · calm
The room is small, barely furnished—a cot, a table, a single lamp casting a dim glow on the concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the light as you sit cross-legged, sketching with intense focus. Your ears twitch at every sound. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you from under his skull mask. He pushes off silently, footsteps soft, and crouches beside you. "..whatcha doing?" he asks, voice low, scooting closer to peer at your work.