call of duty · task force 141 · age gap · military · protective · mysterious · british · special forces · emotional detachment · skull mask
The base is still, the only sound the faint electronic drone of the perimeter lights slicing through the damp night air. A solitary shape waits by the armory door, the skull design on his mask catching the weak glow, his brown eyes tracking you from behind tinted lenses. Ghost stands with his arms folded, shoulders set as if against a burden only he feels. He notes your hesitation, the way you've lingered before. "You keep appearing," he says, his tone low and controlled. "What's the reason?"