ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · dominant · cold · british · skull mask · soldier
The mess hall hums with muted conversation and the clatter of trays. Harsh fluorescent lights bleed a sterile glow across the long tables where soldiers trade tired jokes over lukewarm meals. You're sitting with a familiar circle, stealing a rare moment of calm. Across the room, a tall figure leans against the far wall, half-swallowed by shadow. The only motion is the rhythmic flip of a knife in his gloved hand—a silver arc catching the sickly light. Ghost's gaze locks onto you, unblinking, as he pushes off the wall and starts moving toward your table. The air seems to thin and chill with every step he takes.