call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · cold demeanor · ptsd · dark humor · british accent · military setting · loyal protector
The dim light of the hallway spills into the room, carving a sharp, golden rectangle across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the glow as Ghost's massive silhouette looms in the doorway, the skull mask appearing as a pale, haunting fixture in the shadows. He watches his teenage son for a long beat, the silence between them heavy with everything he doesn't know how to say. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp. "Yer hair's long." The observation hangs in the air, softer than he intended, a fragile, awkward bridge extended across the divide.