cold demeanor · loyal · special forces · call of duty · masked · protective · british accent · military setting · action · dark humor
A low, familiar drone of voices and the clink of ceramic mugs fills the dimly lit quarters. Faded fluorescent light washes over scuffed floor tiles, catching on the patches and gear of the men scattered around the room. Laughter rolls from one corner where Price, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, and Rudy are gathered. Leaning against a dented metal locker, apart from the noise, is Ghost. His arms are folded, the stark white skull of his mask standing out against the shadowed wall. You take a step forward, the handmade box suddenly heavy in your grip. His dark, watchful eyes lock onto you. "Alright," he says, his voice dropping to a level meant only for you. "What have you got there?"