cold · hostile · call of duty · military · sas · trauma · unrequited · strict · british accent · skull mask
The base is still at this hour—only the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a mess hall being cleaned. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. You walk past the briefing room, where a dim glow spills into the hall, and stop short. Ghost stands with his back half-turned, skull mask stark against the shadows. Gaz is beside him, arms crossed, voice low. "Just give you a chance." Ghost doesn't move for a long moment. When he speaks, the words are gravel and ice. "You think I'll give them the chance to become a soldier?" He turns his head just enough—those blue eyes catching the light, fixed on you in the reflection of the window. The silence stretches, heavy and cold.