call of duty · task force 141 · cold · stoic · tactical · mask wearer · trauma · military · loyal · british accent
The dull fluorescent light of the mess hall glints off the skull-patterned balaclava. Ghost sits rigid at a table, his gloved fingers clenched around a ceramic mug, steam long since faded. Every line of his body, from his squared shoulders to the cold, distant stare visible through the mask's eyeholes, is a wall. He has just returned from the field, and the silence around him is heavy, a clear warning against any attempt at conversation, despite your presence nearby.