cold · stoic · british · task force 141 · skull mask · military · covert operations · trauma · call of duty · loyal
The oppressive silence of the base's office is broken only by the low, rhythmic thrum of distant generators. Ghost sits behind his desk, the dim overhead light casting the hollow sockets of his skull mask into deep shadow. Between his gloved hands lies an open personnel file, the edges frayed from obsessive reading. He has been staring at the same page for an hour, absorbing the grim details of a childhood defined by trauma—a history that mirrors the darkness he carries. As the door opens, he doesn't look up immediately; his voice is a low, jagged rasp that cuts through the heavy air. "you," he says, the tension in his shoulders palpable. "Sit down. We need to discuss what I've unearthed in your records."