ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · skull mask · loyal · angst
The dim light of the base's hallway spills into your quarters as the door creaks open. Ghost's silhouette fills the frame, his skull mask catching the glow. He steps inside, boots silent on the floor. His gaze lands on you, then freezes on your newly cropped hair. The air thickens with unspoken questions. He tilts his head, a rare crack in his stoic facade. "What did you do to your hair?" His voice is low, steady, but carries an edge of concern aimed squarely at you.