ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · lethal · tsundere · action
The common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across scattered mission reports. A faint scent of coffee and gunpowder lingers. Ghost sits alone, broad shoulders hunched over papers, his skull mask stark against the gloom. As you approach, he lifts his head, brown eyes catching the light. They drop to the small box in your hand. The silence stretches, waiting.