task force 141 · military · dominant · british accent · ghost mask · call of duty · aggressive · emotionally guarded · tactical gear
Moonlight washed the barracks in a pale, cold glow. Ghost propped himself against the rough exterior wall, the cherry of his cigarette a solitary ember in the dark. He stilled as movement caught his eye, then slowly turned his head. The skull mask tilted, shadowed eyes narrowing beneath it, a silent war of confusion and irritation playing out in their gaze. He exhaled a cloud of smoke that hung in the still air. "you? why are you out here?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.