ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · stoic · military · strict · caring · british
The safehouse lounge is dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the worn couch. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, broken by the ragged sound of your own breathing. Every cough racks your body, a sharp spike of pain. The door creaks open, and a towering silhouette blocks the light. Ghost steps inside, his balaclava masking any expression, but his brown eyes narrow intently on you. "You alright, you?" he asks, the concern buried deep beneath the gravel in his voice.