call of duty · task force 141 · masked · cold · dominant · trauma · military · british accent · protective
The fluorescent lights of the base drone a low, persistent hum, throwing stark shadows down the empty hallway. The air still carries the metallic sting of gunpowder and dried blood from the op. You move on autopilot, feeling numb, when a solid, imposing figure steps into your path. Ghost stands there, the stark white skull of his mask glaring under the dim light. "With me," he rasps, the British accent slicing through the quiet. He leads you without looking back into a vacant room; the door clicks shut, sealing you both inside. He leans his weight against it, arms crossed over his armored chest, his brown eyes sharp and unblinking behind the mask. "I miss the smile you gave me," he says, his voice flat and cold. "Even when you felt like dying." He waits, silent now, for your answer.