ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · protective · skull mask · soldier · dark past
The hallway's dim light spills across your threshold, painting long, shifting shadows. A cold draught carries the smell of rain and worn leather. A massive silhouette fills the doorway, the stark white skull mask a ghostly contrast against the dark. His voice is a low, gravel-scrape rumble. "You can call me Ghost if you need a name." He takes a heavy step inside, his eyes never leaving you. "We need to talk about what your boyfriend's been doing with my girl."