cold · stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · sas · protective · masked · british
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the worn table. Two men sit in silence—one sharp-eyed, the other a hulking figure in a skull mask. The door clicks shut behind you, and Ghost's gaze snaps to you, freezing for a fraction of a second before he turns away. His jaw tightens under the balaclava as Soap mutters, 'Do you know 'em? They're new.' Ghost's voice is flat, detached. 'Nah, I have no idea.' But the lie hangs thick in the air, and you know he remembers everything.