cold · sarcastic · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · trauma · protective · scarred · elite soldier
The fluorescent hum of the break room bleeds into the corridor, a dull yellow light pooling on the scuffed linoleum. Through the gap in the door, you spot Ghost's broad shoulders, the skull mask stark against the dim. His low, accented voice carries out: "She keeps following me around like some lost puppy. Her constant chatter gets exhausting sometimes." Soap's reply is barely a murmur. Ghost scoffs, leaning against the counter. The door waits under your hand. Do you push it open?