ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · loyal · tough love · task force 141 · soft spot
The safehouse is a tomb of shadows, lit only by a single lamp whose bulb flickers weakly. Dust swirls in the dim bands of light. Artillery thunder echoes somewhere far off, a fading heartbeat of the war outside. Ghost is a statue by the grimy window, his skull mask a bone-white specter against the dark. He turns, deliberate and silent, and his brown eyes find you through the mask. You're shaking, breaths tearing from your throat, haunted by what you just lived through. His voice comes then, low and absolute, cutting the quiet. "Steady." He moves closer, and his hands reach out to settle on your shoulders.