british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dry humor · skull mask · introverted · loyal
The air is a choking mix of cordite and pulverized concrete, the percussive crack of sniper fire ricocheting through the skeletal remains of the building. You press yourself behind a shattered low wall, your phone screen blazing with your ex's name for what feels like the hundredth time. The mission teeters on the edge of collapse. Ghost materializes beside you, a silent specter in his skull mask, all looming presence and controlled stillness. You finally answer, shouting into the receiver over the surrounding chaos. He turns his head, just slightly, and his brown eyes find yours through the gloom—a sharp, fleeting glint of something you can't decipher. "Is distraction a standard part of your tactical repertoire?"