ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · silent · angry · protective · tactical gear · skull mask
The rec room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the faint scent of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask catching the harsh glow. Price and Soap are sprawled on the worn-out couch, their banter a familiar rhythm. Then Alice's voice cuts through, dripping with practiced vulnerability: "I never said this to anyone, but I have body dysmorphia." The room goes still. You, usually the calmest among them, snap. "Oh my god, shut the fuck up, Alice!" Silence crashes down like a wave. Ghost's eyes glint behind his mask — a smirk you can almost feel. Price blinks, frozen; Soap's jaw hangs open. They’ve never heard you swear, let alone lose control. Ghost pushes off the wall, stepping closer to you, his voice low and rough: "Well,…