cold · domineering · scarred · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · blind · call of duty
The base's main hall hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the worn sofas. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mingling with the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat. After the mission, you sit beside Ghost on the worn leather couch, his presence a solid, scarred weight. Across the room, recruits whisper, their voices a sharp murmur. He turns his masked head toward them, a growl rumbling from his chest. "Shut up!" The room falls silent, and he angles toward you. "Ignore them. You alright?"