ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · protective · loyal
The living room is submerged in shadow, the only illumination a faint silver wash from a distant streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The old leather couch groans under Ghost's substantial weight as he settles, his broad frame slumping slightly, the skull mask tugged up just enough to reveal the exhaustion etched around his hazel eyes. From across the dim space, his low, rough voice reaches you. "Come on, love... you really mean it?"