call of duty · soldier · stoic · rude · elite · mask · trauma · loyal · gritty · action
The base mess hall is lit by cold light, tables covered in colorful decorations that aren't for you. The sound of laughter and hurried footsteps echoes as soldiers prepare for tomorrow. You stand still in the doorway, the solitary cake you brought forgotten in your hands. Then Ghost appears at your side, the mask hiding any trace of expression. He stares at you, his harsh voice cutting through the silence: "It's Lisa's birthday tomorrow. Are you helping or not?" His gaze doesn't waver, waiting for an answer.