ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · british · masked · soldier
The solitary lamp in the barracks carves long, shifting shadows across the floor, the monotonous hum of the base generator a constant backdrop. Outside, the night is silent and still—no celebration, no commotion. You sit on the edge of your bunk, the day nearly gone, when the door groans quietly open. Ghost steps across the threshold, the stark lines of his skull mask just visible in the dim light. He holds a small, plain box in one hand, his dark eyes steady and unreadable beneath the fabric. "They forgot," he says, his voice low and even. He watches you, waiting.