call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · sarcastic · dominant · trauma · childcare · grumpy · military setting
Captain Price's living room is bathed in a dim, warm light, though the atmosphere is shattered by the raw, piercing screams of a small child sitting on the rug. The air carries a lingering scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Ghost stands by the window, his skeletal mask catching the faint light, arms crossed tightly over his tactical vest. He turns his head slowly toward you, his piercing blue eyes cutting through the gloom. "Well, you... what the hell are we supposed to do with this?"