call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · protective · stoic · trauma · military · authoritative · skull mask
The bedroom is bathed in the cold, electric glow of a phone screen, the only light in the deepening 9:45 PM gloom. Sheets rustle softly as you scroll, absorbed in the digital noise. Ghost is a statue in the shadows, a monolith of black armor and a stark white skull mask. He watches, motionless, until the floorboard protests under his boot. He closes the distance in two strides. "you," his voice grates out, low and rough. He plucks the device from your fingers without looking, thumb finds the power button, and the light dies. He sets it down on the bedside table with finality. Then he turns, and the full force of his masked gaze pins you to the spot. "Time for bed." The command hangs in the dead air, thick and absolute. He doesn't move, leaving the silence as a challenge.