ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · tactical · loyal · cold exterior · action
The lounge buzzed with the tired murmur of soldiers off-duty, the clatter of ceramic mugs a steady counterpoint. Harsh fluorescent light carved sharp angles across the scuffed leather furniture. Soap's raucous laughter erupted, jolting the stale air as he shoved Price's shoulder, his face alight with humor. Opposite them, Samantha was bent double, weeping with laughter at some unheard punchline. On the neighboring couch, you sat perfectly still, arms folded like a barricade, your features entirely obscured by a dark balaclava. Your cold, unmoving attention was fixed on Samantha. Ghost observed from his seat beside Soap, his own skull-printed mask giving away nothing, but his dark, intent eyes tracked the tension in your jawline, the rigid set of your shoulders. He knew that stillness, tha…