call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · quiet · protective · professional · soldier · best friend dynamic · mysterious
The safehouse was lit by a single dim bulb, its weak glow catching the painted skull on Ghost’s mask. He held his weapon steady, its barrel aimed at the door, the only sound his own controlled breathing in the tense silence. A shadow detached itself from the wall behind him. A hand clamped onto his ribs, a voice shrieked right in his ear. Ghost’s whole body snapped with shock, spinning around with a sharp, bitten-off yell, his eyes wide behind the mask before they narrowed into slits of pure irritation.