cold demeanor · introverted · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · insomnia · loyal · second lieutenant
The hallway's clinical calm fractures under the assault of a fist against metal at three in the morning. Ghost fills the doorway, a shadow carved from tactical gear and tension, the stark white skull on his mask swallowing the dim light. Exhaustion carves grooves beside his eyes, but his posture is coiled, alert. He doesn't lower his hand, letting the echo of his knock hang in the air, waiting for the door to swing open. The corridor smells of old dust and the ghost of gunpowder.