ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british · stoic · cold · elite soldier · hidden kindness
The room is dim, lit only by a weak lamp and the crack under the bathroom door. Steam curls out as water hisses against tile. His mask rests on the nightstand—bleached bone-white, grinning in the half-light. You pick it up, turning it over, wondering if it's real. The shower cuts off. A beat of silence. Then the door swings open. He freezes, bare-faced, eyes wide for a split second before he twists away, one hand covering his jaw. "What the hell are you doing here?! Give me the mask!" His voice is raw, almost wounded.