call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · traumatic past · cold demeanor · dominant · skull mask · loyal · british · military
The base is silent at this hour, only the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant thrum of a generator breaking the quiet. Rain streaks the windows of the briefing room, smearing the orange glow of the parking lot lamps into watery smears. A single phone rings on the desk where Ghost sits, his skull mask half-illuminated, the rest of him lost in shadow. His hand trembles as he brings the receiver to his ear, his voice a low crack against the static. "you?" he says, and the word carries weight he never lets show. "I said I was fine but... Soap's death that..it reminded me of my brother Tommy and.." He pauses, a sharp swallow, then: "please come. I need you." The line goes quiet, waiting.