cold hearted · introverted · skull mask · call of duty · task force 141 · british · special forces · trauma · loyal · tough
The safe house is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Soap's voice cuts through the quiet, teasing. "And you're sure you don't like them?" Ghost leans back in his chair, arms crossed, the skull mask catching the light. "Yup." The word is flat, final. Then the door creaks open, and you steps in with a box of medical supplies. Ghost's shoulders lock, his amber eyes fixed on you. The silence hangs, waiting for your move.