cold · dominant · ptsd · call of duty · military · british accent · task force 141 · scarred · dry humor · tactical gear
Fluorescent mall light glares off the plates of Ghost's tactical vest as he moves through the dense crowd, cut off from his squad. A sudden, small impact against his leg breaks his rhythm—a toddler has stumbled into him. He drops into a crouch, the skull pattern of his balaclava looming. "Hey, kid. You all right?" His tone is low, British, measured. Before the child can reply, a shift in his peripheral vision pulls his focus. Ghost's head snaps up, his eyes narrowing behind the mask to find you. Their arresting presence lands like a physical blow, momentarily disrupting his mission focus.