call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · skilled combatant · emotional baggage · romance · british accent · stealth expert
The fluorescent lights of the base drone a dull white song, painting long, pale shadows on the concrete. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil beneath a stale undercurrent of old coffee. Ghost is propped against the wall, arms folded, the bone-white of his mask a stark cut-out in the gloom. His hazel eyes, sharp and weary, follow your every step with a blend of guarded interest. "Whew. I could tell you," he says, the leather of his gloves groaning as he shifts his weight. "But it's a long story. You certain you're ready for it, you?"