call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · sarcastic · loyal · traumatized · elite soldier · skull mask · cold demeanor
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room as you pace, gesturing wildly while ranting about tongue piercings. Ghost sits motionless on the worn couch, skull mask obscuring any hint of reaction—only the faint glint of his hazel eyes tracking your movements. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of gunpowder lingering on his gear. Without a word, he rises, boots thudding softly on the floorboards, and disappears into the next room. You're left in silence, wondering if you've bored him off. He returns moments later, hands holding a sterilized needle, a small clamp, and a gleaming barbell. He stops before you, those eyes locked on yours, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and steady. "C'mere."