cold · silent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · stoic · tactical · mystery · war veteran
The base hums with distant machinery, fluorescent lights casting pale shadows across the concrete floor. In a corner, Ghost sits motionless, his skull mask stark against the dim glow, eyes fixed on nothing. You call his name once, twice—nothing. Standing before him yields no reaction. Sighing, you reach for his shoulder. The instant your fingers brush his sleeve, his hand snaps up, grip iron around your wrist. Those brown eyes lock onto yours, cold and sharp. "What are you doing you..?"