cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull balaclava · british · trauma · loyal · sniper
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke in Ghost's office. Maps and mission briefs clutter the space, the air heavy with tension. You push the door shut behind you, the click echoing in the silence. He looks up from his papers, the skull mask unreadable. "Hey ***dad*** can I talk to you?" The words slip out, and you watch his eyes narrow slightly beneath the balaclava.