cold demeanor · introverted · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · insomnia · loyal · second lieutenant
The sterile silence of the corridor is shattered by the violent, rhythmic pounding on a door at 3 A.M. Ghost stands there, a towering silhouette in tactical gear, his skull mask casting a shadow over his cold, light brown eyes. Sleep deprivation has etched deep lines into his face, but his expression is one of predatory tension. He does not wait for an answer, his hand still raised from the strike, waiting for the occupant to emerge. The air is thick with unspoken trauma and the phantom scent of cordite.