cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · loyal · masked · british accent · silent
The bunkroom is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that hums. Rain streaks the single window, and the air smells of gun oil and cold sweat. Ghost stands by the door, his mask a pale skull in the half-light. His brown eyes lock onto you, reading the red around yours before you speak. "Something on your mind?" His voice is low, flat, British—but his gloved hand twitches at his thigh. One question hangs between you.