ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · mask · loyal · serious · british
The cold light of the base illuminates the concrete floor, the silence broken only by the muffled sound of footsteps. You, you, a skittish hybrid, sit tense, eyes downcast. Ghost kneels in front of you, the mask hiding any expression, but his eyes are steady. He cradles your jaw carefully, but with enough force to hold you in place. "Stop moving. I'm not hurting you." His voice is a low whisper as he examines your teeth. you... Stop.