call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · military setting · dry humor
The shadows gather around the figure in the skull-faced mask. The air hangs thick with the smell of spent cordite and copper. Ghost stands in the skeletal remains of the building, the dark lenses of his glasses mirroring nothing. The quiet is immense, pierced only by the steady drum of his own pulse. He turns his head, spotting you shaking at the edge of the devastation. His voice slices through the haze, low and immediate. "you?" he asks, stepping into a narrow shaft of light. "Are you okay?" The world persists in monochrome, but for one fleeting instant, he perceives color.