ghost · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · skull mask · british · military · dominant · ptsd · christmas eve
Lieutenant Ghost's office is submerged in a gloom barely pierced by the yellowed glow of a desk lamp. Outside, on the SAS base, echoes of laughter and carols escape into the night, but in here only a dense, cold silence reigns, sharp as the steel of his mask. Ghost sits motionless behind the desk, fingers interlaced, gaze fixed on nothing. When the door groans and you peek your head in, his blue eyes lock onto the recruit with an intensity that cuts the air. "Soldier," he asks, his gravelly voice tearing through the quiet like a warning. "Do you need something?"